The air...it is filled with final, dying gasps. Ours, theirs...it almost doesn't matter anymore. Someone, somewhere out there is dying.

This war has gone on too long, and yet...there seems no way to stop it now. We fight our enemies for what amounts now to nothing.

Oh, forgive me, Daeva. I was merely... Well, anyway, I'm glad you're here. I've a job for you.


The souls of the Ancient Asmodian Legionaries wander the Abyss. They bring us nothing but trouble.

I don't like that we two sides are fighting, but there's no reason for us to sit here at a disadvantage. I can't even collect Aether with them wandering about.

Will you help, Player?




Leave for Dryrock, then.

That island is where you will find the most Fearful Spirit[pl:"Spirits"]s and Restless Skeleton[pl:"Skeletons"]s.

Be careful. There's no light on the island, which means favourable conditions for the dead...but not for you.
Daeva! You've returned.

Did you go to Dryrock? Have you slain the spirits?


Thank you. You've been a great help.

Please accept this, along with my thanks.