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Keep to our original plan, and continue bombing the core cabin.;I gave it something else to do.

I think I figured it out.

If that's the case, then let's make some noise in here!

Though I won't have time to protect you, hood.

So you better start praying.

W aims her launcher up high, and the place feels increasingly dangerous with each pull of the trigger.

Every inch of the dome, every pillar, everywhere...

Explosives instantly latch onto everything you see.

Futile!

The revenant roars in anger.

These people are not worth his full wrath—it ought to be reserved for the origin of suffering.

For it will remember his anger, and inherit his rage at the very moment he sets himself free in death.

Get out!

Waves of shadow surge from every nook and cranny of the cabin.

An unending stream of shadows flow from the core and wrap around every explosive—

Darkness sweeps through explosions toward you.

Bubbles froth in the shadowy tide as blasts go off one after another, like pustules on a monster rushing in your direction.

The shadow creeps right before your eyes.

You look at W. She eventually throws out her final flash grenade towards the darkness—

Then, the shadows shroud you.

*sigh* I'll probably have to lie down for a few days after this.;I trust...

A feeble light leaks through a crack in the darkness.

I'm here—;I'm leaving the rest to you—

Shattered Originium fragments splash out from behind you.

A black thread immediately follows, weaving through the waves to find you.

It wraps around your hand, your body...

And pulls you free from the shadows completely.

Thank you for sending a signal.

I finally found you, Doctor.

You're slower than I thought, bunny.

Thank you for protecting the Doctor, W.

Hmph.

Please leave the rest to me.

We meet again, Revenant...

Get out of here!

Get out of my body!

Amiya captures the revenant's emotions from within the dark tides.

She sees a projection brimming with fury.

The revenant condenses his emotion into a phantom lance, towering above everything.

But why... is there an emotion hidden even deeper underneath his rage?

A feeling all too familiar, one that resonates with the vanished apparitions.

Outblood King!

You, who dare to shed false tears—

What makes you grieve for Sarkaz sorrows?!

The lance seems almost physical in the revenant's hand.

Our mission from millennia ago shall inevitably end in my very hands.

No one will stand between us—

And what we must witness—

The end of fate!

My tears fall for those gone souls of Babel...

And for you as well, Revenant.

Black Arts coalesces before her.

You asked me, why I wish to stop this war...

I have your answer now.

I've seen the path that lies ahead of us. This war shouldn't be part of the Sarkaz future—

Hypocrite!

The revenant gathers all his hate, rage, and pain into his palm...

The lance has taken physical form.

He throws his entire life towards Amiya.

It penetrates through a black barrier and pierces through her body.

In an instant, a sea of complex and unbounded emotions washes over Amiya...

She sees a blaze in the depths of a flaming forge.

She sees a huge, headless, hollow suit of armor as it trudges against a Catastrophe, leaving an endless trail on the land as it hauls ancient sacrificial stones behind its back.

She sees Elder Arts streaking across the horizon, smashing walls of stone into powder.

She sees a Sarkaz.

He stands with his back to a monolith. The foundation stone of his homeland, a fragment of Kazdel.

The Sarkaz shouts toward his King:

Kazdel stands behind me. They will not take it.

If that greedy Hegemon wants this piece of land, they can come and try.

But O King, as you say, there is nothing they can take away but ruin.

My tears have dried, and only rage remains, pulsing in my chest.

I will stay. I will guard this land, till death.

This is my mission.

Amiya sees the Sarkaz pointing toward the aloof Elders.

She sees the Hegemon surrounded by Elders, charging towards the group from Kazdel.

Shouts. Cries. Powerless gasps.

My tears have already dried, and it should be only rage that remains, pulsing in my chest...

But why do I still feel pain over my people's demise?

O King, I will not retreat even half a step from the frontline—

Amiya has seen it before, that cruel segment of history.

She has seen the first King of Sarkaz ignite an unprecedented Catastrophe, and every Hegemon and their troops besieging the city disappeared that very day...

Along with that King and his loyal subjects.

But why did the pitch-black Catastrophe that engulfed the sky disintegrate my body, while refusing to let me die?

That flash of light branded my figure into Kazdel's soil and rock for eternity.

Death betrayed me, and I became an eternal shadow of my homeland.

Your mission has already ended... That city has become a phantom from the past.

...Ended?

No, before death returns to me, before the Sarkaz's fate is rewritten—my duty remains.

Amiya's tears are wiped away by the storm.

She sees a Sarkaz—a Sarkaz who has been lingering for nine thousand years, waiting to complete a mission.

I see it now, Revenant—

Your true form.

It's true I'm not a Sarkaz, but I feel their suffering all the same first-hand.

The crown I bear, and the future I'm unwilling to give up...

I never excluded the Sarkaz for even a moment.

I will end <i>all</i> suffering. This is my answer to you!

Within the infinite darkness, black threads twist around the lance running through Amiya and pulls it out of her.

Amiya aims the lance, and hurls it back with all her strength in the core's direction.

It rips the darkness apart, and the black tides recede from Amiya.

Amiya, you smashed the shackles!;You tore the shadow shrouding you apart.