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You really have defeated me... Maybe you can actually defend this tower to the death. But... why?

Many will die.

Just like Atro. A meaningless death.

The Infected have a reason to fight.

There's always a justification. But for now, you're not solving the problem. You're only causing destruction.

After the Catastrophe struck Wolumonde, with supplies low and manpower short, what did you do?

Tell me. Tell me what you did!

You were told not to move.

Your Arts are so sloppy that at this distance, my crossbow is enough to incapacitate you.

Rhodes Island...

What led to that fire? And what did that fire lead to?

The mastermind is already dead.

Is he?

Retreat.

What? But we just...

I said, retreat.

Only a few... can pass through the Great Rift and return to the land of warmth.

It doesn't matter if you want to take back your land or get revenge on the rich... You will only end up a corpse in the snow.

Do you want to spend the winter burning with rage? Do you want to warm yourselves with a fire fed with the bodies of innocents?

The murderer is dead. It's time to leave.

B-but we have to take back Wolumonde! It's our land!

Quiet, Winterwisp. All you want is power. You want to cower behind the strong and pick up whatever scraps of power we leave behind.

Don't question the leader. Wise up, or you'll be six feet under.

Err...

This isn't over!

We lost so many people! Are we going to leave like that? With our tails between our legs? Just because of a few words?

Calm him down, friends.

Graaaaagh...

Gaaaah! A.... fist...?!

A stone fist from underground? You still have the strength?

You don't need to go that far just to stop them. They were on our side until a minute ago.

I wanted to scare them, but... never mind...

And stop calling your Arts monsters 'friends.' It's creepy.

You don't have to listen. Leave me alone.

I have decided to retreat. I can't force you all to listen, but...

I am leaving. Those who follow me are also leaving.

Those who stay... you're on your own.

By the way, do you have a match?

They might be wet. Those casters back there were a real pain.

Give a light to that Severin man.

Defeated warriors... are lucky to leave the battlefield alive. Don't dawdle.

Pfah! Forget about Reunion then! It's only a matter of time before we take the Rathaus. This town needs us!

Surrender, Severin!

I told you they wouldn't go down easily *cough* *cough*—

They're coming! Eyes left!

Get behind me.

Ugh. Bunch of lunatics.

Rhodes Island is protecting this place. You have to go through us.

They're going to use Arts. Prepare the defenses. Target the casters.

Wh- what? They blocked my Arts?

Why are you doing this?!

Leader's orders.

Even if we have to fight you, devil, we're not giving up!

Hah.

What happened? Are they fighting each other?

Wait... Mudrock... stopped moving?

Leader?

Earth.

Arise...

Stop, Mudrock. You're burning through your own life.

Doesn't matter.

You don't have to use that ancient power—

I said... Arise!

All the rubble begins to condense into a single point.

A giant, looking out over the distant mountains.

Mudrock, however, stands motionless.

It's... huge!

A last gasp. Its body is collapsing. He pushed himself too hard.

Fall back. Don't be hasty.

N-no... Mudrock already spent all his energy. These Arts...

That's Sarkaz... witchcraft?

(I said...)

I said...

This is way too dangerous. You're sharing your life with your own creation. It's not worth it just to subdue them.

Fine. As you wish.

(Shed your hate and strife. Live. This is your last chance to escape.)

Leave this place.

(Those who still fight... only seek death for all.)

So... come destroy me.

Come defeat me!

Wh-why...? Didn't he come to help us? Is he not Reunion?!

I... I don't care! Screw him!

In the past... we helped you. That fire unsettled us all.

We joined you, we guided you, but not for the sake of their deaths. Only for the sake of our lives.

Now, sadly, it looks like we're not on the same side.

Killing innocent people, and Rhodes Island's warriors, that's not our way.

And if we're dealing with a bunch of rioters who don't follow orders, why show mercy?

Us, the Sarkaz, the 'devils,' we're enough to take on anyone.

More than enough.

What happened? Everything got quiet as soon as that giant appeared.

So uh, that mountain-sized monster is a kind of Originium Art?

Let's figure out how to get back to Folinic.

Gah! Damn it!

Come on, let's go. This town is done for. We have to find a way over the Great Rift before winter sets in!

Abandon the town, Winterwisp clansmen, workers, and Infected.

There are other places to exact our revenge. Leave Wolumonde to its fate!

There's no reason to fight the Sarkaz. Fall back.

Let's go.

Mudrock, that's enough!

Phew... Haah... Haah...