Player, I was beginning to worry that something had gone awry.

Have you found any trace of Oriata?

Player: "I'm sorry, not yet."

Oh. That is... disappointing. Of course, I understand that it's a difficult mission.

I'm not disappointed in you, Player--just anxious to find the Protector before the Balaur do. If they are able to harness the power... the destruction! There will be nothing left, Player, and we will not even be here to mourn the death of Atreia.

Before you go, take this necklace. It has always kept me safe. Perhaps it will lend its power to you, as well.

Player: "Thank you. I'm sure I will find her soon."

(This is definitely some deeply twisted land. Overhead, the pounding of the waterfall is deafening.)

Player: "I hope this is the right place..."

Daeva... You have come a long way to disturb my rest.

You look... different. You are not Reian, are you? Yet I sense an urgency about you, strange one. What have you woken me for?

Player: "We need your help. Tiamat has Siel's Relics."

What? That's... that's impossible! That monster, defiling such a pure and beautiful power? It casts the shadow of disaster over all Atreia!

But... you are here, so Atreia must yet stand. Tell me, Daeva--I am almost afraid to ask--do the Reian people still survive? Wait! I feel their presence still. Oh, what relief! But if Tiamat has Siel's Relics, my people will not stand for long.

We must not delay! We must act! We... argh! I can hardly catch my breath! Something must have sapped my power while I slumbered. Help me, strange one. My Power Crystals... it is likely that the Contaminated Crystal Spirits took them, as they are the only beasts capable of touching my realm.

Player: "Yes, I saw many of them outside!"

My realm! What used to be my sanctuary now shimmers with malevolent power. While you were gone, I felt almost... unsafe... menaced.

Imagine that! Frightened, in my own sacred space... Tiamat's rage must be truly terrible if it can touch me here.

I feel as though we are on the cusp of some howling armageddon... Please, I cannot bear this feeling with my power so drained! Give the Power Crystal Shards to me!

Player: "This will restore you."

My power is a blessing, Player. You may carry it already, but you have yet to truly earn it.

It is not some petty thing you may turn to your own devices. It must be used only to countermand the power of Siel's Relics. Know that retribution for its misuse could have dire consequences, least of which is the end of my own existence.

This is a tremendous responsibility, as well as an honor.

Player: "I will remember, Oriata. Thank you."

You? You carry the power to neutralize Siel's Relics?

Well! I did not expect quite that result, but it is certainly preferable to some broody Asmodian wielding that power. Good work, Player.

And now! Now we bring the fight again to Tiamat! We will blind that dark beast with Elyos light!