Welcome, Player.

I felt it likely that we would meet again.

I imagine you'd like to know why you're here.

Player: "Yes, please..."

As we all know, Empyrean Lord Marchutan used a great deal of his strength to save as many lives as he could during the Upheaval.

His recovery has taken longer than even he anticipated. As of now, I still serve as his messenger. The Lord regrets that he is unable to intervene directly, and has instead chosen you to act on his behalf, Player.

He is waiting for you at the Dark Empyrean Shelter. If you wish to accept this honor, take my hand and I will bring you to him.

Player: "Let's go."

I have been waiting for you, Daeva Player.

Come closer.

What I have to say is for your ears only.

Player: "What is it...?"

You are aware that Beritra's final destination is Drakenspire Depths. We must pursue him, but there are only a few troops we can gather at present.

I have sent my best agent ahead. Find her Drakenspire, Daeva.

Show this mark to Grito in Shriekfang Crown. There is no time to waste!

Player: "Blood for Blood!"

Stop, or I will cut you down!

Is that... Marchutan's mark?

My apologies, Daeva. You've clearly been sent by the Empyrean Lord himself.

Player: "Yes, I have."

I'm Grito, a member of Marchutan's Iron Mace. Empyrean Lord Marchutan foresaw what would happen. He has been preparing for this day.

The Empyrean Lord said that the one who will defeat the Balaur will appear in a place where Ereshkigal's voice can be heard. Now that I see you, I believe it.

Anyway, Agent Aimah should be waiting for you within. Please, make haste.

Player: "I will."

About time you showed up!

Feels like I've been waiting for you forever...

You... are Lord Marchutan's chosen, right?

Player: "Well, I have this mark..."

Ha! I'm Parsia, Captain of the Kismeti Detachment. I'm here to support Agent Aimah.

Many powerful foes await us, so brace yourself and stay alert! It's going to get more dangerous once we go through the door.

Just let me know when you're ready, Daeva.

Player: "I'm ready."

Ugh... Orissan...

I should have been more careful...

Player: "Just hang on."

I don't think that's an option, Player...

Here... Take this. I wish for my weapon to strike down Beritra, even if not wielded by my hand.

And Lord Marchutan... Tell the Empyrean Lord it was... my honor to serve him.

Player: "Aimah... I will."

Do you like it?

I think you and that weapon will be a good team, Player...

Player: "I'll do my best."

Please, Player...

It is my last wish that my weapon be the one to strike down the Dragon Lord.

Your strength alone will not suffice against Beritra....

Player: "I understand."

(This is a teleportation device.)

(A sense of dread emanates from it. You know it will take you to Agony's Well.)

(The weapon Aimah gave you glows softly. You should make sure you carry it in your hand.)

Player: "Here we go, Aimah."

I have been waiting for you, Daeva.

Aimah... We have lost a great Agent.

I... shall send you to Enshar. Go tell Skuldun to bring this matter to a close.

Player: "Thank you."

I see. Then, I will do as he wishes.

You have done us a great service, Daeva.

Please, take this as a token of our gratitude. Our work is not over yet, however....