The ongoing battle was merciless and bloody – gods do not die that easily, much less an alliance of two powerful creatures that existed long before the Shattering. But everyone bleed, and everything can be destroyed.

Knight Ansbach and Thiollier, your beloved friends, assisted you, fighting to the best of their abilities, yet it wasn't enough. Thiollier fell first, collapsing into the sand of the sunlit, golden arena.

"Sorry.. It's up to you now. Please, grant St. Trina's one wish."