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The Sarkaz with short white hair is again alone in the Shard.

This is not quite the front, but the sounds of war pass through valley and walls, through crystalline storms and blood-drenched fields, and into his ears.

Originium guns bring a rain of death, the military casters recite incantations, the tanks run over tides of crystals, swords clash and break against each other until they sink into mud.

He has heard this din for centuries. It has never changed.

But this time, he has brought it to the one-time oppressors.

The Emperor of Ursus refused to meet our envoy. They continue to see Kazdel as an independent, hostile regime.

No response yet from the envoy to Sargon. The Leithanian Kurfürst that we reached out to is receptive to further communication...

The dukes clearly intend to attack, following the appearance of the golden light. Our lines are falling back...

The voice on the terminal continues to report the latest developments on each front to the orchestrator of the war.

Those who refuse to yield stand upon the scales of war, tipping them from side to side.

Theresis's back remains straight at all times. It has been a long time since he allowed himself the luxury of fatigue.

But the past does not go away so easy, be it lives taken or lives saved.

He has never forgotten the burden upon his shoulders, especially as it grows increasingly heavy.

Your Highness, news from the front... the Realmblade of Victoria has been activated. They have suppressed Amnannam. We are under pressure.

General Manfred was unable to retake Lifebone.

Who controls the skeleton now? Where was it last spotted?

A mercenary squad. Confessarius reports say that the core members of Rhodes Island are on it.

Rhodes Island... then that one must also be there.

Lifebone's next course of action is uncertain. It represents a threat to both the airship and the Shard.

It is no concern. Trust in Theresa.

If they dare approach the Shard...

My sword will render the judgment that I promised.

The sky of Londinium burns red. The ever-present dark clouds are no more. Supported by countless branches, the massive crystal looks like newly-borne fruit.

All is ready.

But now, and only now, he does not want to think about the future.

The airship's long orbiting and searching is coming to an end. The massive structure of witchcraft once again passes over above the Shard.

He knows this will be the last time.

The Sarkaz with the long white hair stands alone in the halls of the airship.

She finally averts her gaze from the Shard. She no longer sees the figure.

Theresa casts her eyes toward the shadow of the airship, toward the land that she has seen so many times.

Sorrow and despair continues to spread. Has anything changed from when she left Kazdel?

A deep voice echoes around her. It is the master of the ship.

I sense it, Theresa. The 'King' continues to pursue us.

They've never given up easily.

...Hah.

The revenant speaks no more. The airship accelerates one last time.

<i>Origin</i> is close at hand.

But an intangible wave strikes, space and time roiling around the airship.

They come—

The spark will burn for us until there is nothing left to burn.

Let's see how far they can go.

Is that really how you drive this pile of bones?

Did Hoederer seriously convince Bonesy here to help us? For real?

You'll have to ask him.

Ask him? He can barely speak right now.

Then trust him.

Ugh. Hope he didn't mess up the steps.

Say, now that we have Bonesy back, is it time to put Plan A into action?

Fill this big guy with explosives and bomb the Shard and Theresis all the way back to Kazdel.

There's something more important right now.

What's the status of Amnannam?

Outside the windows, the storm has stopped, but the sky remains an ominous red.

Amnannam floats directly above the Shard, like a gaping wound in the sky.

The airship is headed toward the ancient ruins that should never have existed, toward the greatest secret of Terra.

It is headed for Amnannam.;Theresis never used it in battle.

There's only one explanation.

Its mission is more important than that of a weapon.

Does he intend to ram that piece of 'Originium' with the airship?

What's inside Amnannam?

She means that we need to deal with the airship before we kill Theresis.

Am I right, old hag?

Yes.

Then we'll take it down.

Who's flying the airship?;Who would Theresis trust it with?

...Huh?

I can feel it...

She... Theresa is there, isn't she?

...Yes.

We'll undoubtedly have to face her, if we pursue the airship.

We must be ready to—

Hah.

What were you about to say? We must be ready to kill her?

...If necessary.

Clap clap.

I thought you two got along.

Are you always weighing things like this, Kal'tsit? You would kill anyone for civilization and, for <i>this great land.</i>

Even Theresa.

Hmph.

I'm not like you, though.

I'll save her from the myriad souls and end it all. If you won't do it, I will.

Just wait and see.

There isn't gonna be another betrayal.

Doctor, I believe you're in the best position to keep a cool head here.

Will you take command of the operation?

Yes.;Leave it to me.

Talk is cheap. How do we take the airship? This pile of bones doesn't have nearly enough firepower.

We'll 'take' it in the literal sense.;By transporting the entire airship with Lifebone.

Really? The airship looks like it's about the same size as Bonesy here.

Since when did you get so radical?

We don't have the luxury of playing it safe.;This is our last chance.

Worth a try. It's the only way.

I'll cover for the skeleton against the airship's guns.

Bring the skeleton into contact with the airship, and we have a chance.

I trust the Doctor. I can help Logos.

If everyone agrees...

Bring Lifebone just above the airship, W.

Hah... You think I'd be scared?

Wake up, Bonesy, we're leaving!

Hang on!

The illusions vanish, and the ripples cease.

In the blink of an eye, they find themselves on top of—

Look out—

A devastating beam of witchcraft streaks across the sky, sending destructive energy through anything it touches.

The airship is reacting fast! It was ready for us!

Just as the beam is about to annihilate its target, Silvery incantations float up, pulling at the great wave of witchcraft.

'All Arts shall follow only the path I assign.'

The destructive energy is deflected, passing through the gaps of the Feranmut's skeleton, leaving behind only a deep scorch mark on bleached bones.

The energy begins to dissipate, the main battery's salvo coming to an end.

The array in the airship has greatly amplified the power of revenant witchcraft. We can't take another hit.

We must close the distance before they fire again.

Countless witchcraft drones and bloodied Witchlings take flight.

They rush toward the skeleton.

They sure shot first without asking questions! And here I thought this pile of bones was precious to them?

Does Theresis plan to vaporize us with it?

A little further, W! Lifebone can't link up with the airship at this distance!

Taking too much fire to make a smooth approach!

We'll have to do it the fun way!

Take this!

A loud boom, and a loud wail.

The massive skeleton smashes into the airship's armor.

Blue and purple nerve bundles stretch out, clinging to anything they touch, winding themselves around the airship. Fragile bone plates shatter and fall from the sky, disappearing amongst the branches and vines.

The revenant roars, raging at the shackles, the audacity, and the impudence.

Every Sarkaz heard the cry of the revenant in their hearts, before they ever set foot on the airship's deck.

Who do you think you are trying to stop?

The revenant never wavers!

Got it! We have the airship!

Start drifting, W.;Take the airship with us.

I don't take orders from you! I know what to do!

Your turn, Bonesy! Move it—

Hey! Why aren't you moving?

Hello? Anybody home?

The Feranmut's skeleton is badly damaged. Its soul seems to have wandered off again—

Now?!

It's the skeleton that's getting dragged away!

What do we do, Doctor?

Boarding action.;We'll take the airship ourselves.

Wow, your tactics really are getting bold? I'm nearly impressed.

Amiya, Kal'tsit, you know the revenant better than anyone else.

I'm ready.

W, your bombs will work even better behind enemy lines.

As if I didn't know.

Logos, protect Lifebone.

I can prevent any enemy from approaching it for thirty minutes.

You'll need to come with us to the airship, Doctor.

I will.

...No hesitation or questions.

It's not the time for those.

Stow the small talk. Made up your minds? Let's go!

We'll slide over this bunch of nerves, bunny. Don't let those Witchlings hit you!

I'll intercept any stray projectiles.

Doctor, Dr. Kal'tsit, we'll clear a place to land.

Be careful.

Mon3tr.

(Joyful braying)

Hang on, Doctor.

There are some things that only you can control. You may be our last hope in this darkest hour.

Just as you used to be.

Mon3tr grabs you and leaps down. The feeling of weightlessness makes you uneasy, and the raging winds force your eyelids shut.

In the distance, you can hear Logos's incantations, W's laughing, and the explosions from Sarkaz drones being shot down.

You feel your weight return as someone grabs your hand.

Doctor.

We're here.

Looks like an old friend has come calling.

This ship is a revenant, right? Looks like it doesn't like people standing on its head.

Strange shadows seep out from the metal walls, filling every corner of the deck in an instant.

The slight tremors in their movement echo the breath of the revenant.

The revenant's work.

It's expecting us. It won't let us stop it so easily.

We'll just pummel it until it stops.

This time, I brought bombs more than enough.