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Twenty-six Years Ago...

Autumn, 1068

Wasserland, Leithanien

How do you like this piece?

Like an energetic child waking from slumber, rushing out the door to enjoy the fruits of life to the fullest.

It was the Kurfürst who wrote it, inspired by His Holiness's visit to Wasserland when he was still a Messenger for Laterano.

The young and enthusiastic future pontiff told the children about all that he has seen... the ocean that Iberia watches over, the city of Athenius, where Minoan myth and machination exist in equal measure.

And... a passing mention of Kazdel, the city of sin, the whereabouts of which are unknown.

The Kurfürst was there, and he was fascinated by His Holiness's descriptions.

The first draft of this work was in fact written at that time, but the Kurfürst was not satisfied. Even after many years of revisions, a final draft has yet to be completed...

Until recently, when our scouts located the elusive nomadic city of the devils and sent back photos.

Gazing upon the enormous tracks left behind by the city, the Kurfürst found the missing element in the music—ferocity. With that, the work was complete.

You found Kazdel?

Yes. The Kurfürst was astonished to find that the destiny of the work was intertwined with the city's.

I understand the reason the Kurfürst chose to present this piece on the eve of my return to Laterano.

However, unlike his predecessors, His Holiness has no intention of initiating offensive action against the Sarkaz.

He is not interested in putting the sinless on trial without cause. I'm afraid I must disappoint the Kurfürst.

The city itself is of no concern to the Kurfürst. He is far more interested in His Holiness's opinion of the piece.

Please send His Holiness the Kurfürst's warmest regards.

We have a response from Siracusa. Only a few of the famiglie have agreed to participate in the action. Their men will rendezvous with the fleet soon.

I can't believe Laterano rejected us... Inform the Siracusans to move quickly. We must mop up the city before the other kreise can react.

Take Kazdel before the other Kurfürsten can. Do not repeat the mistake we made at Gaul and miss another opportunity.

Scar Market, Kazdel

I like Leithanians. You always bring so much business.

And it's smart that you disguised yourself as a prisoner in a smuggling crew, rather than flying the banner of a Messenger.

Now tell me what you want, before I lose my patience.

Trade, muscle for hire, intel... The Scar Market has everything you need.

Cooperation, esteemed leader.

We don't have a fixed price for 'cooperation'.

Are you sure your Kurfürst can pay my price?

Don’t you want to know what we're asking for first?

There's nothing that money cannot buy here, Caprinae.

What about Kazdel?

...Go on.

The Kurfürst wants you to sabotage the city's propulsion system, nothing else.

The down-payment is in the safe that you took from the caravan.

The Kurfürst will discuss the rest of the payment with you in Kazdel.

I admire your boldness. Let me express my good faith with a little glimpse into the future for you.

The nomadic city of Kazdel, Kazdel

Take your things and scram, Leithanian! Are you trying to poison me?

These are just suppressants. You'll need them on the battlefield...

The warships that surround us came from Leithanien!

Outsiders like you must have led them here!

I... I don't have an explanation. I know you're taking your son with you into battle. He could use the medicine—

Keep your hands off my son!

What's the commotion—are you out of your mind? She's a Babel doctor!

Are you okay?

I'm fine. He wasn't really trying to hurt me.

Hmph. Goodluck.

You married a Babel woman, and now you've become a shill for the invaders? They'll be the death of you, I guarantee it.

Many of us are also pained by the impending war...

We've requested to join you on the frontlines.

Lunatics... who knows what schemes you have on the frontline... you'll get yours in the end...

Give me the medicine. I'll distribute it.

They're ready to leave. Go meet up with them. I'll take care of things here.

Goodluck, your son...

I didn't let him leave.

If the Leithanians want to force us into a Catastrophe, it's safer for him to be in the lower-level shelters in the city.

Relax, doctor. People have made it through Catastrophes in the past. Maybe we'll have, you know, good luck!

The furnace has burned for more than a century.

War, Catastrophe, migration, exile... all the suffering since the Teekaz era has not extinguished the hatred of the revenants.

The Sarkaz have seen many Kazdels through the ages. The memory of yesterday may be unrecognizable by tomorrow...

But the Soul Furnace has been a constant for this generation of Sarkaz.

Home is where the Soul Furnace is.

Kazdel.

The furnace has not burned like this for many years. I can hear the cries of the revenants even from here.

Soon, this city will charge headlong into a Catastrophe...

All we need to do is hold out until Nezzsalem's reinforcements arrive, until Kazdel once again passes through the Catastrophe—

They thought we would cower. They tried to assume our thoughts with their conception of common sense. It was so a hundred and seventy years ago, and it is so now.

Arrogant and laughable fools who never took the time to truly understand us.

What fate do you think awaits this city, Theresis?

To be honest, the chances that it survives are slim.

Kazdel was immobilized the last time it braved a Catastrophe. It took us a decade just to get it moving at full speed again.

And the forests of crystals in the mines and on the walls could never be removed, ruining years of our plans for the city.

I don't know if the city can survive another ordeal like that, much less one that's even worse. Good luck rarely comes twice.

I believe in this city, Theresis.

Not because of luck, but because we built this city, and I won't give up on it.

The story of this city does not end here, Your Highness.

I may not be able to see its future clearly, but there is one thing I can say for sure—the city continues to exist into the distant future.

No one can say, however, if it will be a sanctuary of hope, or a ghost city of the dead.

Scareye... have you not grown tired of the ambiguous words of your kind?

And need I remind you that no amount of mercenaries can ensure your safety in this city.

There is no deceiving Your Highnesses, of course.

Kazdel's doors are open to every Sarkaz, but you'd better have a good reason to set foot in this city with your mercenaries at a time like this.

I was made an offer most difficult to refuse, which obliged me to enter the city to seek an audience.

What is that you're carrying?

This? Something insignificant. Oh, I mean some<b>one</b>. The Leithanians wanted me to sabotage Kazdel.

I have been away from my kin for many years, but as your Highness said, Kazdel is the root of all Sarkaz.

So, I felt that I had to deliver this Leithanian with my own hands, in order to prove my innocence.

What are you thinking?

Exactly as I have said. What can I possibly hide before the King of Sarkaz?

But if you're not interested in my gift of good faith, then I see no need to carry it with me anymore. It's heavy, after all.

He casually casts the bag into the furnace, where it is incinerated in an instant.

Without a sound.

The furnace is always an impressive sight, no matter how many times one sees it.

Your Highness need not pity him. He should have foreseen the risks when he approached the Scar Market.

I trust Leithanien was not miserly with its terms.

It's simple, Your Highness. I prefer immediate payment over empty promises. But more importantly, I don't work with the losing side.

Are you predicting our victory?

It wasn't I who saw it. It was the Cyclops who left the prophecy a thousand years ago. I'm simply betting that Your Highnesses are the protagonists of the prophecy.