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Welcome, Pepe.

Is this the Shah's treasure trove? It looks so much like the museum...

Your instincts are correct. Parts of the city felt familiar, even before my memories returned.

I believe its architects may have been inspired by the mausoleum.

What lies here, Zubayr?

The oil lamps on the wall light up, illuminating the hall with rays that meander through the mirror-smooth walls and pillars.

Countless ghostly shadows appear in an orderly procession in the hall.

So the treasure in the Shah's trove was... himself?

Was he a narcissist?

Of course not. My sister missed Father after he was gone, and she had me preserve his visage here.

A thousand years ago, historians preserved the words and deeds of my father using ancient technology they discovered, allowing him to appear, in a way.

I found something similar in Arsalan. It showed me an image of the Shah in a crystal cave.

I left it as such. I thought a descendant of Nightzmora would find it and follow the trail.

You hid it too well, Zubayr. No one else could have found it.

I hid it? I built a massive temple on top of it.

I guess it didn't stand the test of time. All I found were some ruins.

But it guided you here, where you awakened me.

That is the wonder of time. What seemed trivial at the time could, by fate and coincidence, cause the puzzle piece to fall perfectly into place.

There are even images of the Shah without his mask...

Arsalan wasn't the only site I've seen images like these. When I was little, while playing hide-and-seek, my brother and I stumbled upon a chamber where the dead lay in their sarcophagi.

I knew I would have to come into contact with these things eventually, but it was too much for a child of my age.

In my panic, I accidentally activated a mechanism and an image of the Shah appeared. At the time, I didn't know who he was—just some ghost trying to communicate with me.

He told me those sarcophagi were history buried in the sand.

When those from the future dig them up, they will serve as a bridge across the vastness of time, bringing history and the present together over the great river of time.

I remember the saying... it's what Father said to comfort my sister when our mother passed away.

I remember what he said to my sister, after she became Historian. You must not...

You must not let escape what made those heroes heroes so—each history has its reverse face.

So you've heard it.

It was the last thing the image said. I've never forgotten.

Looking upon the image of Lugalszargus, Pepe cannot help but feel a sense of absurdity.

She had spent so much time wondering what the Shah's treasure trove held.

Now, though, she realizes she has been chasing shadow after shadow.

She holds her hammer tight, fighting back the urge to swing it and drive away the visages.

But what she fears more is the notion that perhaps her family's duty and legacy are nothing more than shadows too.

Medjehtiqedti Hanim, I've contacted all your staff in the directory.

Anyone else crazy enough to come?

I'm not sure. A lot of the answers are very vague...

Thank you. Get a few more bottles of water for Anat, please.

At once, Medjehtiqedti Hanim.

Brave souls like Izaja and Inaja are hard to come by.

We only have a couple of hours, Anat.

The best thing we could ask of them is to make a run for it outside the city.

Sorry, Titi, but I'm busy comparing the city survey records and I don't have time to think about that.

But you know why I stayed. The same reason as you.

...Duty.

What about the two tourists, though? They have nothing to do with Zubayr's reanimation.

They don't even have much to do with the city. But now we're asking them to go into the sewers, do the most dangerous investigation, and try to block the sand from surging in.

Which is why I must do my best, so that their courage isn't wasted.

...I'll rub your ears.

Thank you, Titi. I needed that.

Look, this construction logbook mentions unusual geological structures.

I'll mark them down.

Say, Titi... I never managed to publish my research on Zubayr, and no one will ever know about our explorations of the subterranean structure of the city...

Will Father be disappointed that I died without leaving my 'name' behind?

Blame Pepe. Our dear Princess was just too good at her job—

—Lazvar Effendi?

I apologize, esteemed Overseer, but the museum is not in a position to offer hospitality during this emergency...

Please, no need for formalities. I'm no longer the Overseer; just a humble craftsman, free again at last.

The museum cannot guarantee your safety at this time. We must advise you to leave the city center as soon as possible, by any means possible...

After I handed everything over, I stood before the flowing sands with Zubayr Effendi for a while.

You saw him?!

I saw him attempt to repair one clay statue after another using Arts, but eventually he stopped and said to me, 'Such is our duty.'

I understand. Duty is what we uphold to the very end, without ever asking why.

To whatever end.

What can I do to save the city?

Alright, it's time to show my leadership skills. Soon you'll realize that you should've listened to me and stayed in the museum to protect the others—

We'll end up where we started if we turn left here.

...What the heck is going on? This hasn't happened before, in all my time in these sewers.

Let me just say that I've never gotten lost when leading my crew. This isn't an indicator of my incompetence.

I didn't say it was. Perhaps these winding passages were designed to confuse your sense of direction.

I overheard part of the conversation as the museum curators were perusing the survey records.

They believe these old sewers are just a small part of the city's underground structures, and they might be able to deduce a path to the deeper levels through historical records.

They had been assisting an archaeologist, trying to find clues that may lead to the site known as the 'treasure trove' in ancient documents.

If the former site of another massive building really is hidden beneath this city...

A treasure trove?

...Forget I said anything.

You don't seem afraid.

Afraid of what?

Isn't our job just to find the sand leak and close the gate to that section? If the gate's broken, we'll just seal it with the boards that we're carrying.

There is a good chance we won't find it.

Well... that would be a shame, since the city is getting buried in the sand, if we fail.

But we'll be the first to see the sand rushing up from deep down, and we may have time to call the museum and warn them to run. We'll be dead for sure, of course.

Wait... is this why you insisted on coming to the sewers?

Because it's dangerous, and you need to be at the front of it?

Narantuya, Aspasia, do you hear me?

Yeah, we're together.

We found a clue.

Listen carefully and you should find Lazvar's clockwork fowlbeasts... They're machines that resemble blue fowlbeasts.

We've estimated a few possible locations for the deep-level structures. If you can create an opening in the wall, the clockwork fowlbeasts can fly down and gather information.

With enough information, we should be able to find exactly where the sand is rushing in. But there is one caveat...

The clockwork fowlbeasts are unable to perform heavier tasks like toggling switches and plugging gaps... you will have to go into danger.

You must have seen it in the memories that I showed you. The circlet you're wearing is the same as my sister's.

It was passed down through the family.

I wondered why my family was so obsessed with recording the Shahanshah's history. Father had no answer; he simply said it was our inherent duty.

But now I see the answer is so simple: it is out of a daughter's longing for her father.

My sister always believed that he would return, someday.

She never saw that day. And I never got the chance to say goodbye to her.

All I had left for company after my sister's death was my father's shadows.

Leave your obsession with the City of Gold behind, Pepe. I know how to seal consciousness into a gem, and how to build a body that never decays.

You will have life eternal to experience, to discover, to record...

I'm sorry, Zubayr... I can't replace your sister and keep you company.

I have a younger brother myself. He's the Historian of Shar-Agade.

A shame. It is hardly an honor. They know too much that cannot be put to paper.

My foolish brother wanted the historians to document history to his liking, and so he forced my sister to send one of her twin sons into the palace.

A thousand years later, coercion has become honor.

The Sovereign of Beasts said all historians will have their tongues cut out. Is that true?

I do not know the ways of the current Shahanshah, but it is a proven way to keep a secret.

I need to go to the City of Gold and find him, no matter what.

I knew it.

Then leave, Pepe.

No... Not yet.

I can't leave this city to its fate.

I can't allow the constructs to continue wreaking havoc in the city.

Spare the city. As you said, the most precious treasures have not been defiled.

I cannot stop, Pepe, even if I wanted to.

In our lives, we go through many choices, big and small. One links to another, carving out unique circuits for all of us amidst infinite branching paths.

My oaths to Father and Sister have been etched as circuits, preserved for all eternity upon these gems.

I can never defy them.

Never.

Then tell me how to stop the constructs, Zubayr.

I have already told you the answer. The rest is up to you, Pepe.

Catch me if you can, like the invading armies so many centuries ago.

There's something I've been meaning to tell you, since talking to Ajazi and Ajani the other day.

Man, this is a hard rock. I hope we have enough time... what did they say?

A blue clockwork fowlbeast circles overhead, urging them to dig through the stone bricks before them.

Aspasia is glad that everything is going smoothly. She has only one more task before embarking on the path, if it indeed exists.

I learned why you thirst for wealth. You feel like you owe your past crew.

Oh. When did they start? The night when we fled for our lives? Or the time when I gave away all the treasure?

After you left.

I heard many stories from Ajazi and Ajani—how they struggled to use saws properly while logging, often breaking them with brute force. How they tried their hand at bookkeeping but messed up the records.

How someone slaughtered their last burdenbeast with a knife, then sold the knife to buy a pot to treat everyone to a feast.

...Word about his cooking spread, and he opened a food stall at the market. Customers flock to his stall till this very day.

How someone wrote a novel based on their time as a desert bandit and became published in the local paper. The latest chapters feature your gang traveling back in time to fight for the Shah's throne.

Most of your old crew have a house and don't need to migrate with the seasons. If they fix their roofs in time, they won't even leak during monsoon season. I'd say they're all doing rather well.

...Of course I know that.

I respect you, but I don't think you owe them anything.

Just as you don't have to save an entire city just to save Ajazi and Ajani.

You should get out, go back to see them... then put down your burden, your 'duty', and start moving forward again.

Aspasia is interrupted by the rumbling of a sliding boulder.

The pair seems to have stumbled upon one of the mechanisms of the ancient maze; the etched brick retreats into the walls of the canal, and they hear the sound of falling a few seconds later.

The entire wall begins to collapse, but as Anat said, what lies beyond is not sand.

Pitch-black darkness indicates that they are staring at the interior of a massive structure.

There is no path in front of them. The sound of quicksand is clearly audible from deeper in, as though there is a raging river deep in the abyss.

A river from which there is no return.

The pair throw down their pickaxes and draw their weapons at exactly the same time.

Kicking up a cloud of dust, they face off less than ten paces apart.

What are you doing?

Stopping you from jumping down.

Wasn't I the one who had to stop you just now?

Been wanting to say this, if you came to die, I can't let you go any further.

I thought you would be better than those two stooges, but it turns out you need me to save you, too.

...I told you, you don't have to carry this burden.

You've got it wrong. I just want to go down and see for myself. Besides, no one can do it better than me. That's all.

I want a mountain of gold, even if I didn't care about letting my crew live a better life. I'm just greedy, plain and simple.

'In our lives, we go through many choices, big and small.'

You call it duty. I prefer to call it my choice. This is who I am.

Right then. You're a trained fighter who won't walk into a knife. Well, things are about to get real this time. Don't get mad.

I have nothing but sincere gratitude towards you, Narantuya.

I need not fear a duel with you.

I didn't dare believe my heart, because I had made an oath to my family... about blood and violence, about war being the most just form of violation.

But you've shown me how resolved the heart can be.

Perhaps there is something to be said about the convictions of the Sargonians. My choices make me who I am. From this day—

—Hey, wait for me to finish!

Her vision goes black.

A black blade fan sweeps past her eyes. She blinks just once, but the only light source has already gone out.

She knows that Narantuya has two black knives. They are equipped with special mechanisms and cannot be unsheathed directly.

Yet in that instant, all she recalls is the Kuranta Elders known as the Nightzmora—renowned for their relentless marching day and night, devouring the sun at high noon.

She charges at where her counterpart should be, relying on her memory—

—And comes up empty.

A little sleight of sand, a simple mirage of Originium Arts.

Who said anything about winning the fight? All I need to do is jump first.

Embraced by darkness and illusion, Narantuya takes a step back.

Wait, Narantuya! This is not a fair duel!

Another silver medal for you.

Are you serious, Zubayr?

You're instructing me to attack you, and moving like the wind at the same time.

Give up, Pepe. I told you, it's futile.

You can never touch me, no matter how hard you swing that hammer of yours.

Hmph, I'll show you!

Are you trying to break the support beams to limit my movements?

Again, it's futile.

The broken columns and floor are quickly repaired by sand, leaving no trace of damage.

Pepe goes through illusion after illusion, seeking Zubayr.

Whenever she catches a glimpse, however, he soon disappears behind more illusions and is once again nowhere to be seen.

Focus, Pepe.

Did you know, Zubayr?

Before I turned fourteen, the doctors said I was a frail girl who would never lift a heavy hammer like this.

Quite the difference, the way you're swinging it, despite your diminutive figure.

I trained under Sargon's top strongman so that I could penetrate the deserts and jungles, and discover long-lost ancient ruins.

By the age of seventeen, I could cross the vast desert on my own, and fight off a dozen bandits at the same time.

That alone is not enough, Pepe.

I'm not trying to prove myself to you.

I'm just telling you, there has never been anything I couldn't do, if I put my mind to it.

No matter how hard, how out of reach... as long as I mean it...

I can do it!

You hold this impression because you have only lived twenty-two years.

I had cut down countless foes with my sword when I fought under my father's banner.

Their screams filled me with confidence. I believed that there was nothing I couldn't acquire, nothing I couldn't do, given enough time.

Little did I know, that my greatest enemy... was time itself!

A golden flash, and Pepe feels an intense pain from her ankle before she could turn around.

The staff is much heavier than expected.

You must be faster, Pepe.

It is etched upon my gem circuit that everyone who violates my father's tomb must die.

Your attacks have begun to anger it.

It is urging me to put an end to it all.

You should not have played this game with me, Zubayr.

This is not a game, Pepe.

No, it is...

You closed your eyes?

Nothing but darkness. Pepe knows that her eyes aren't fast enough and will only hold her back.

She could never catch her agile brother when playing hide-and-seek in the garden. He was like a slippery fin.

Until one day, she closed her eyes, and realized she could hear every footstep her brother made on the stone tiles.

'I'm ready, sis! Come look for me!'

He's right behind me...

'Why aren't you coming?'

If I turn around quick enough...

'Why did you close your eyes? Are you admitting defeat?'

I can catch him.

Mustering all her might, Pepe turns and swings her hammer. Sure enough, she hears the sound of shattering.