RM-78c. It's such an innocuous set of letters and numbers, isn't it? You'd never expect it to be a monstrosity out of your worst nightmares.

Lepharists in Elysea are responsible for it. I have no idea how they did it, or what it was before...if it was ever even Human.

But if the things I've heard are true, it's a fearsome, savage creature. It smells like a slaughterhouse but kills like a Drakan.

Player: "Sounds grotesque."

Certainly does. I've heard many more stories about it than you, young Daeva, stories that would curdle your insides to just hear.

The existence of this thing offends my very soul. I don't think I can ever rest easy as long as it still exists.

I've decided that I must do something about it, somehow. My first step: ask strong Daevas like you to destroy it, once and for all.

Player: Accept.

Ah, I feel like you've lifted a great burden from me just by agreeing. The power of hope, eh?

Just getting to RM-78c won't be easy, seeing as how it's in Elysea and all. But I know you can do it.

I'll be here until you return. Though I don't expect being able to concentrate too much on work....

Player: "Don't worry about me."

Huh? You're back! Just in time...I overheard some young Daevas discussing going to Elysea just to face RM-78c.

I tried to stop them, but I couldn't. Don't tell me you had to retreat and leave the amateurs to...

Player: "Don't worry. It's gone."

Ah...whew.... Just...just give me a moment, will you?

Okay, there. I'm fine now, Player. No, scratch that. I'm more than fine. I feel like I just ascended.

I usually take coins, not give them out, but please accept this. You've done a great deed.