It has endured loss and betrayal, yet its brilliance as the symbol of authority has never dimmed.
As Lugalszargus said, you have all sung of it from generation to generation using the name it was given – the Sighs of Kings.
No matter how many times it is reforged, craftsmen will always be able to hear the sighs from within the sword.
They say that it is the kings sighing, lamenting that the glorious empire no longer has enemies worth conquering.
But, it was never the kings who were sighing, but rather the blade itself – a 'miracle' dug out from the golden sands more than a millennium ago. Still, they had the right to give meaning to this sword.
Vina, legends are never told by the heroes themselves.
But, you continued its story. Perhaps in twenty years, the children will sing...
'Alexandrina, the Sword of Victoria, the king who banished the Sarkaz tyrant!'
But, is this the story you want to hear? And, by whose right do you wield this sword?
Looking up from here, that golden pillar of light is truly breathtaking.
Duke of Caster
Two decades ago, I first saw the prototype of our Stone of the Sword in the workshop. I have been waiting for this moment ever since.
Duke of Caster
The light that sunders Catastrophe is no longer a myth, or a heroic tale in alleyways.
Duke of Caster
Can you envision it? Beneath the shade of this light, our people will no longer need to live in fear of Catastrophe. Our city... will be eternally glorious.
Duke of Caster
Back then, nobody could have imagined that it would ever be used for this purpose.
Duke of Caster
That it would be used in a war started by those barbaric devils, in a ravaged land outside Londinium's gates.
Duke of Caster
And... it was done by the hands of my dear brother's orphan, with the aid of the Exemplars.
Duke of Caster
For decades, the pedestal has been integral to our strategy in Victoria. What should have become Caster's triumph is now a part of the legacy of the former king's heirs.
'Trilby Asher'
Your Grace, we are sorry for betraying your expectations––
Duke of Caster
You call it betrayal?
Duke of Caster
...No.
Duke of Caster
'The Gloriana was saved, and Victoria was saved.'
Duke of Caster
What is there for me to be disappointed about?
Duke of Caster
'The miracle blooming on the battlefield.' I can even hear my own guards whispering these words.
Duke of Caster
I believe your 'Sir Suffolk' would share the same opinion, no?
'Trilby Asher'
The Poet should be acting in accordance with military protocol and retreating with the Realmblade. I will make sure of this––
Duke of Caster
There's no rush. Whether this is a dereliction of duty or a show of loyalty, I shall decide for myself later.
Duke of Caster
What's happened has happened, there's no need to worry about the Realmblade's fate for now.
Duke of Caster
At least, this isn't necessarily a bad thing either.
Duke of Caster
Connect to the Exemplars' internal communication channel. Use the alliance line.
'Trilby Asher'
Your Grace, there's a risk of being tapped.
Duke of Caster
Talk less and do your job.
'Trilby Asher'
Very well.
Indra
Uhh, whose communication frequency is this? I didn't turn it on––
Duke of Caster
Well done, Exemplars.
Indra
Well, stuff me?!
Siege
Your Grace... I thought you'd at least want to meet me in person.
Duke of Caster
Indeed. Arrangements for that meeting have already been made.
Duke of Caster
But, after the Realmblade's activation, all intel on the battlefield flowed to me once again.
Duke of Caster
Opportunities on the battlefield are fleeting, and I was too preoccupied to make use of it.
Duke of Caster
Siege, what you have accomplished is nothing short of a miracle.
Duke of Caster
I will reevaluate the role that the Exemplars could play in this war.
Siege
With all due respect, I do not recall opening our communication channels to you.
Duke of Caster
As of right now, assume your channels are open to all of Victoria's alliance forces.
Duke of Caster
They will begin their counterattack by retaking Silverrock Bluffs. Are the Exemplars willing to work with us to create a miracle?
Siege
Under the banner of the dukes?
Duke of Caster
No. The Exemplars cannot, and will not be affiliated with any of the ducal forces. This much, I can assure you.
Duke of Caster
You must operate as a heroic, independent unit.
Siege
...
Duke of Caster
Alexandrina, you will come to know... what the Exemplars mean to Victoria.
The Sighs of Kings has taken effect! Siege and the Exemplars have done it!
Kal'tsit
The situation on the battlefield will finally stabilize.
Kal'tsit
No longer afflicted by the extreme Originium-dense environment, Victoria's forces will be free to display their full potential.
Kal'tsit
The Military Commission's defeat on the main battlefield is inevitable.
Kal'tsit
Even if there are still disputes among the dukes, the overall strength and sustained combat capability of the Victorian Army far eclipses what the Sarkaz can muster. Additionally, Victoria just enjoyed a massive morale boost.
Kal'tsit
It won't be long until the scales of victory tip towards Victoria.
Amiya
Yes...
Kal'tsit
Amiya, Theresis must have foreseen this when he decided to start this war and fill the trenches of a foreign land with Sarkaz lives.
Amiya
I know, Dr. Kal'tsit.
Amiya
But, the more this happens, the more I find myself thinking... What kind of future are they hoping for with so many people thrown away for nothing?
Kal'tsit
Whatever that might be...
Kal'tsit looks up into the crimson sky.
The storm has not completely halted. The Originium dust swirling in the inverted airflow was only temporarily driven back by the Sighs of Kings, and now rages even more violently than before.
Perhaps they all feel the same way, exhausted just from trying to avert the advent of disaster.
Kal'tsit
We are only one step from the abyss.
Logos
'Return from whence you came.'
Amiya
On the other side of the canyon... is that a crystal cluster that's glowing? Logos...
Logos
No matter how many tricks they have up their sleeves, they cannot conceal the blood.
Logos
I have removed the Confessarius illusions.
Once we go over there...
We'll find the real altar.
Logos
The truth is within reach.
Logos
However...
Logos
The shadow is also approaching.
It's cold. Way too cold.
You feel the temperature abruptly change again. Before you know it, you are surrounded once more by a thick, swamp-like fog.
Amiya
...Sudaram!
Amiya
How are there this many...?
Kal'tsit
This is the Nachzehrer's last line of defense in front of the true altar.
Kal'tsit
This is where Nezzsalem intends to stop us. He does not want us to get any closer.
Logos
The lament of the dead fills the air above the battlefield. The Nachzehrers' power... is almost at its very peak.
Logos
I have seen the dark clouds of death hanging on the horizon.
Logos
If the scorching sun no longer shines, I shall cast the light that pierces the fog here.
Amiya
We will...
Logos
Cross over to the other side.
Logos
Find Salus, and destroy the Blood of Teekaz.
Logos
May the wails of the dead find some quiescence.
Logos lifts his hand and points to the other side of the canyon.
The congealing mist parts once more.
Logos
––'Ferry'.
Brief, yet powerful.
Logos seems to both be describing a physical action and uttering an incantation at once.
Originium crystals surge like waves in front of you, stretching all the way to the other side of the canyon until they form a narrow, but stable bridge.
Logos
The Nachzehrer King will come for us, and someone has to hold him back.
Logos
I will stay behind.
Amiya
Logos! Just you, alone?
Logos
Amiya, do you still have the package I left with you before? Please give it back to me.
Amiya
Of course, but––
Logos
Good. With this, there won't be any problems.
Logos
Now, go.
Death is pursuing you.
You run with all your might. Maybe it's Amiya who's pulling you, Mon3tr who's dragging you along, or Logos who's pushing you ahead with his incantation––
You hardly even feel your feet touching the ground, but it is as if a thousand bony hands are growing from the mist, trying to latch onto your ankles.
But, the aura of decay fails to reach you in the end. A formless barrier envelops your body, keeping the haze at bay.
You know that Logos's incantation is taking effect. In this moment, the Banshee's 'curse' feels so gentle and warm.
You hear something collapsing, and look in its direction.
The bridge has disappeared, just as quickly and cleanly as when it appeared.
The thick fog once again teems forth, impatient.
You search for that familiar figure, but perhaps because he is too far, or perhaps because the fog is too thick, you cannot see anything at all.
Is Logos in danger?I'm a bit worried...
Kal'tsit
Doctor, this is the decision that elite operator Logos made.
Kal'tsit
He has the right to make his own tactical judgments based upon the situation at hand. He believes that it would be most beneficial for us to head to the real altar while he faces the Nachzehrers head-on.
Kal'tsit
Answer me, Doctor. Do you trust him? Do you trust elite operator Logos?
...
Yes.I trust him.
Kal'tsit
Then, you should also trust that he will regroup with us when we are in need.
The whistle pierces through the thick fog, the incantation spreading in ripples.
Nothing needs to be spoken, nothing needs to be written...
The concealed dead have nowhere to hide. the Sudaram's piercing shriek forms into a longsword that shuttles through the fog.
The words from the whistle quiver, and the Banshee's song resounds––
Within the ancient bloodlines of the Sarkaz, in a valley choked with Originium, amidst the lamentations of countless people who fell in battle...
Flaming shells and witchcraft-imbued rounds intertwine in the skies above the battlefield.
A high-speed battleship crashes into a witchcraft bastion.
A small number of Victorian soldiers charge head-first into an entire squad of Nachzehrers.
The song grows louder and clearer.
When that song reaches its climax, the Nachzehrer soldiers fall into silence and stop attacking one after another, like motionless flags.
They no longer hunt.
At last, death has returned to the land.
???
War has come to answer your song.
The withered branches retreat in unison. They coil, then lie down, returning once more to their long-deceased forms.
The most hideous and ancient among them still seem to be struggling unwillingly, finally twisting into a scepter.
The tip of the scepter strikes the ground, and a figure emerges from the depths of the dense fog.
Nezzsalem
Aefanyl... The master of the Elegiac Court.
Nezzsalem
You chose to stay behind and face me alone.
The corners of his clothes flutter, as the fog disperses.
The Sudaram's white robes are scattered across the dense white hills of withered branches. Longswords lie fallen and shattered, like grass in a forest.
The young Banshee sits sideways atop the hill, his bloodstained fingers plucking at the bone whistle in front of his lips...
Gentle. Melodious.
Logos
No, Nezzsalem. There is no such master here.
Logos
Only Logos, elite operator of Rhodes Island, dressed to greet our guest.
Logos
I have crafted this opus upon death's motif, and I dedicate it to you.
