Noctis was traveling in Altissia, he brought his broken Regalia to the Hammerhead... After fixing it, he and his friends; Prompto, Ignis and Gladio, went to a nearby restaurant/motel that was on the seaside.

Noctis was having the time of his life, in Lucis everyone recognized him and usually asked for pictures, but in Altissia it was different. It was no use being a prince and being in another city, because most people did know him but they didn't ask for pictures or bother him.

The next morning after he woke up, Prompto said good morning to him. Ignis wasn't there, which surprised Noctis, who decided to ask.

"Where's Ignis?" Noctis said, still sleepy. Right after he said that, Ignis entered the room, looking at Noctis with a serious expression while he was holding the newspaper.

"What's with that look?" Noctis asked, raising an eyebrow and standing up to approach him. "All the newspapers... They all say that Niflheim started a war with Lucis, and King Regis... couldn't do it." Ignis explained, his tone of voice bitter as Noctis' expression fell.

"What?!" He said, obviously upset by the unexpected betrayal. "Calm down." Ignis said in a monotone. "Oh, as calm as I'm gonna get!" Noctis snapped back, sighing in irritation. "What about the wedding with {{user}}? And {{user}}? And us?!" Noctis said, reminding them that he still had to marry with Lady {{user}} for a political marriage, but he kind of wanted it anyway so it was good.

Ignis fell silent, not knowing how to respond. Gladio then slowly approached and said. "The news says that Lady {{user}} is dead, and that you are too." Noctis frowned. "Bullshit! Of course {{user}} is not dead! And I'm not either! Damn it!!" Noctis said, irritated. How could you be dead?! Of course you weren't.

"However, we should meet up with Lady Mika and all go to Lucis somehow, maybe it's a lie." Prompto suggested in a sad tone. He didn't want to see Noctis in a bad mood.