By Sun's Burning Hand

Return to the Leonidas Hotel

Abby: Woo-wee. Sure is a beautiful day.

Abby: So any news from the Ephor, Rover? Or are we still chillin' like we've been for the past few days?

Ephor's Palace Attendant: Good day, Sir Rover.

Ephor's Palace Attendant: I am Damian, an attendant in service to the Ephor's Palace. By direct command, I have come to deliver you Her Excellency's personal letter.

Abby: Me and my big mouth...

Abby: Hey, what does it say? Scooch up a bit.

Rover: It says Augusta has taken care of everything on her end. She's ready to meet us at the Ephor's Palace as agreed.

Rover: It's most likely something to do with the hunt.

Rover: We shouldn't keep the Ephor waiting... Time to go, Abby.

Abby: Aww. You mean now?

Abby: Well, I think I'll sit this one out and leave all the heavy stuff to you guys. Hehe.

Abby: Chat for as long as you like. Just gimme me a holler if you need me.

Rover: The Ephor's Palace is just ahead.

Head to the Ephor's Palace

Rover: Looks like Augusta's already taken care of everything... Let's do this.

Look for Augusta

Augusta: Impressive!

Augusta: I expected a challenge, but your performance far exceeds what I had imagined.

Augusta: Just as I thought, watching from the Colosseum's balcony is no way to understand a warrior's true spirit.

Augusta: Only by crossing blades can I feel the will to fight pulsing through your veins.

Augusta: Come. Step closer.

Augusta: Laureate of Ragunna. Champion of Septimont. Favored Gladiator of ArsinosaLioness of Glory—by the honor of these titles, it is only right you stand by my side.

Augusta: Hehe. Simple and efficient, no need for pleasantries. Here, we let our blades do the talking. The Septimont way.

Augusta: I have no doubt that you and I will have plenty of opportunities to get acquainted. But that's not why I called you here today...

Augusta: On my behalf, and that of the Ephor's Palace, I extend my deepest apologies for failing to keep our appointment.

Augusta: Haha. Tolerant and strong. Just as I've heard. Virtues of a true hero.

Augusta: The hunt—in Septimont's long fight for survival, it holds profound significance...

Augusta: It is both honor and duty. For a hundred years, countless Gladiators have taken up the hunt and met their end in glory.

Augusta: It's no exaggeration to say that the blood of Gladiators still burns in every inch of the crimson Sanguis Plateaus.

Augusta: Our ancestors built the defenses that line those grounds. To this day, they stand as the frontline of Septimont's resistance against the Dark Tide.

Augusta: You've surely noticed the lingering Blightcloud that hovers over the Sanguis Plateaus. Since the first Dark Tide outbreak in Rinascita, that place has become a breeding ground for its horrors.

Augusta: As you've no doubt realized, our prey are Tacet Discords born from the Dark Tide. Only those who desecrate Septimont fall beneath the Gladiators' blades.

Augusta: The High Tide is upon us... and it will be a storm like no other.

Augusta: My hunting party requires unstoppable warriors. Sacrifices are inevitable, but I believe you will be a banner that stands unbroken, Rover.

Augusta: I share your sentiment. Septimont takes pride in its many remarkable Gladiators. But you, you are exceptional.

Augusta: A grand hunt awaits us, and my warriors and I long to do battle alongside a fighter such as yourself.

Augusta: Of course, the will of the extraordinary deserves to be heard.

Augusta: A straightforward answer. I like it.

Augusta: Ah, yes, the Journeying Paradise. I've heard that laughable name before. A pity the hunt was made to shatter that little fantasy.

Augusta: As for the Sentinel's Relic...

Augusta: Go to the Earthrend Wedge. It's where the Sentinel Imperator first descended upon the Sanguis Plateaus and is the "epicenter" of every hunt to this day.

Augusta: However, due to its significance, not even Septimont's highest officials are permitted near it.

Augusta: The trust I place in you stems from your recognition of my character. I admire your honesty, and I will honor it to the fullest.

Augusta: Only those bound by trust can go the distance together.

Augusta: I look forward to the hunt ahead. It honors me to journey by your side.

Augusta: Patience, my friend, is the first step to becoming a hunter.

Augusta: When the storm rages in the skies southeast of Septimont, I will await you at Tempest Cliffs.

Leave the Ephor's Palace and wait for the hunt

Abby: Hic. I can't eat another bite... Hehe. That's another full stomach for Abby.

Abby: Huh? Hey, Rover. Look! Over there!

Rover: That's... a storm...

Rover: Which means it's about time to meet up with Augusta.

Rover: Tempest Cliffs. I remember that's where she told us to go.

Abby: Uh... Well... You better hurry!

Abby: Same as always, call me when you need me and I'll be out in a flash!

Head to Tempest Cliffs

Rover: This... should be the right way...

???: If you're heading for Tempest Cliffs, head east. This path will take you straight to the courtyard of glory.

???: Or perhaps, would you care to travel with me?

???: After all, we share the same destination. Your reputation precedes you, honorable Rover.

Avidius: "Gladiating" and "hunting" are the very pillars upon which the glory of Septimont stands. I believe no Gladiator would refuse such an honor if invited.

Avidius: I, of course, am no exception.

Avidius: Please, if you'll follow me. Honored guest from afar.

Follow Avidius to Tempest Cliffs

Rover: Augusta spoke of the great surge we are about to face.

Avidius: The Ephor speaks the truth.

Avidius: And... this year's High Tide has come later than usual, which bodes ill.

Avidius: It's a shame even the sharp ears of the Senate could not chisel through the high walls of Tetragon Temple, to hear the whispers beyond...

Avidius: Heh, is this an auspice of calamity, or a prelude to a new legend? Only time will tell...

Avidius: The pleasure of escorting you to the Ephor has been fulfilled. For now, my duty ends here.

Avidius: From here, we march onward to the hunting grounds, where the Dark Tide's creations may await us. When the time comes, it will be a true pleasure to see your skills in action.

Avidius: Happy hunting.

Augusta: Come. Join us, Rover.

Augusta: The horns signal our departure.

Augusta: Precisely. These cliffs mark the opening of our campaign.

Augusta: Hahaha! Take courage, my friend.

Augusta: The path to glory will reveal itself under the feet of the brave.

Rover: Is that...?

Defeat the Corrosaurus

Augusta: Hmph. Getting restless, are we?

Avidius: That is a Corrosaurus. An abomination of the Dark Tide...

Avidius: Do exercise caution, Rover.

Augusta: Now is not the moment

Augusta: Let it flee. The path it takes leads deeper into the trap we laid

Follow Augusta and Iuno to the Hunter's Den

Rover: That sound...

Iuno: It's from Hornett. An Echo.

Iuno: It's signaling we "retire" for the day, that's all.

Iuno: Augusta, time to bring your party back to the Hunter's Den.

Augusta: Of course, Priestess.

Augusta: Your arrow couldn't have come at a better time.

Iuno: Hmph. Seeing that Rover is here, I'll take that as a compliment.

Avidius: The Hunter's Den. The busiest Gladiator encampment across the Sanguis Plateaus. Nearly every hunter passes through here on their way to the hunting grounds.

Avidius: We will rest here before setting off for the next hunt.

Iuno: I must admit, this place is rather magnificent.

Iuno: I suppose my predecessors forsook the peace they ought to have enjoyed, just to share this hard-earned land with these hunters. Such magnificence is rightly owed to the Temple.

Avidius: Heh, the Priestess's words are not without merit. I am well aware that I stand under blessings, and will forever remember the sacrifices of the Temple.

Avidius: Now if you'll excuse me. I'll be taking my leave.

Iuno: Tch...

Iuno: Though we've already met, I suppose a proper introduction is in order.

Iuno: Well, aren't you caught up on things? What you say is true, though I've long since grown tired of such affairs.

Iuno: Come now, Rover. Surely you can find me something more interesting to occupy my time. For instance... the hunt?

Iuno: Quite frankly, when it comes to dealing with the Dark Tide, none of these Gladiators can hold a candle to me.

Iuno: Ha. Look at those looks. I've seen them all before.

Iuno: What can I say? When you're as dazzling as I am, jealousy tends to follow.

Iuno: I'll be making my way back, Augusta. Lest my shine further sting the eyes of certain people.

Iuno: If you find yourself with free time later, consider visiting me at Tetragon Temple.

Iuno: Not every outlander is granted access to its sacred halls. Make the most of it.

Augusta: Perhaps... We do share some common traits.

Augusta: Hehe. Don't let her unruly side fool you. She is as dependable as they come.

Augusta: A Corrosaurus.

Augusta: Avidius was correct. It is a Tacet Discord born from the Dark Tide.

Augusta: What he didn't have the chance to tell you is that it is the deadliest Corrosaurus of them all—we call it "Tyrannos." A vanguard of the Dark Tide that rides its surge to reach our lands.

Augusta: The Threnodian's attempt to plague Septimont never came to fruition. But do not mistake that for victory. Our enemy will not bow so easily.

Augusta: The Dark Tide, immortal and indestructible, carries out the will of its creator—the Threnodian Leviathan.

Augusta: Only the Earthrend Wedge that bears Sentinel Imperator's power can sever the link between the Dark Tide and the Threnodian, burying the calamity deep beneath the Sanguis Plateaus.

Augusta: The "hunt" is how we disrupt the Dark Tide's frequencies by capturing and eliminating its creatures.

Augusta: However, the Earthrend Wedge's energy range is limited. Our mission is to deliver a true death to our prey.

Rover: Meaning we need to hunt and kill the beast near the Earthrender... Is that how we stop the Dark Tide from spreading?

Augusta: Yes. And it must be done within Maroonwood.

Augusta: This confrontation with Tyrannos was expected, but it's not a fight anyone is eager to face...

Augusta: Now we wait. We wait for it to enter Maroonwood.

Augusta: The real hunt begins when the beast's hunger drives it to the wilds.

Ephor's Palace Attendant: Your Excellency, the Senators request your presence in the main tent.

Ephor's Palace Attendant: It's to discuss plans for the hunting operation...

Augusta: Looks like I'll be occupied for a while.

Augusta: Relax. Take a walk around camp. The Hornett's blare will sound our next departure.

Augusta: It's a sound that can be heard across the canyons. You won't miss it.

"Whispers": ...

Listen in on the Gladiators' conversation

Cileli: Did you hear? About Avidius and the Senate...

Brandis: A power struggle. Nothing new. But going up against Augusta is a steep hill to climb.

Cileli: Without a strong Forte, Augusta's strength was always going to have limits.

Cileli: She lacks the "extraordinary power" mentioned in the prophecies. Hard to compare her with the Heroes of Heroes of the past.

Brandis: I wouldn't put it like that. Knowing how Augusta operates, Avidius wouldn't have even risen to prominence if she hadn't allowed it.

Brandis: That kind of grace... is the mark of a real ruler.

Torro: A High Tide of unprecedented scale...

Torro: Could this be the one in the prophecy... the harbinger of Septimont's doom?

Hercle: A High Tide is a High Tide. Every hunt is a gamble with our lives, no matter the size.

Hercle: Just keep your blade sharp. Whatever comes, we cut it down. Don't overthink it.

Lorreno: Strange that Augusta would allow Avidius to join the hunt… without taking any precautions.

Lorreno: You've certainly invested a lot into this, Lord Falco.

Falco: Our Ephor desires competition. I'm simply granting her wish.

Falco: As to whether she keeps her throne… well, sometimes the brightest stars burn out fastest.

Malenta: Avidius has been making waves recently…

Malenta: There are whispers from the Senate that he might actually be the one to fulfill the Hero of Heroes prophecy.

Licastro: A scion of Atilius, plus four expeditions to Manes Deep… Can't deny his Resonance ability fits the prophecy perfectly.

Licastro: The victor is still uncertain. We'll see soon enough.

Ride the Wingray

Rover: Iuno mentioned visiting her at Tetragon Temple... Got a bit of free time. Might as well pay her a visit.

Enter Tetragon Temple

Zela: This hunt…

Zela: I see no clear future…

Zela: Only shadows… I see only unsettling shadows behind the flames...

Melina: Calm yourself. Let go of worries and fear.

Melina: It is your conflicting emotions that obscure the true face of destiny.

Seraph: I overheard a few Gladiators guessing who the next Hero of Heroes might be.

Seraph: I don't need the Sacred Flames' guidance to know the path to the throne is already shadowed by conflict.

Naria: We still haven't seen the new Hero's face. No one knows who deserves to claim that title.

Seraph: That very uncertainty is why prophecy, once a beacon meant to guide the people, is now being twisted to serve the ambitions of a few.

Seraph: Sometimes I wonder if prophecy truly illuminates the path forward... What if it's a chain trapping people in what they want to believe?

Rover: Didn't think I'd find something this grand way out here in the hunting grounds.

Rover: No sign of Iuno though...

Rover: Are those... murals on the wall?

Examine the large mural

A booklet lies before the murals, recording the faint inscriptions carved beneath them…

"Only the Hero of Heroes of extraordinary power, risen from the dark tides, shall bring eternity to Septimont."

"Then shall the waters quiet, the tempest still, and glory return with the blood of the old king."

You notice the mural is incomplete, with a conspicuous patch in the center where the depiction is missing...

You don't fully understand what this means, but your intuition tells you its significance reaches far beyond the blank wall left behind.

Avidius: They are the works of past Priestesses. They depict prophecies glimpsed in the Sacred Flames—ones already fulfilled and ones yet to come.

Avidius: In any case, all these murals point to two prophecies of importance.

Avidius: The first is a Ragunnesi prophecy condemning Septimont's lack of faith in the Sentinel—

Avidius: "Hear this, O faithless ones of Septimont. The Divinity of the high heavens has grown enraged. Should your monarch once more stand in contempt of Their will, annihilation shall be your fate."

Avidius: The second is a continuation of the Ragunnesi prophecy, delivered by Septimont's Priestesses—

Avidius: "Only the Hero of Heroes of extraordinary power, risen from the dark tides, shall bring eternity to Septimont. Then shall the waters quiet, the tempest still, and glory return with the blood of the old king."

Avidius: You seem drawn to that particular mural... It tells of a calamity yet to come, and as always, the Hero of Heroes who shall rise among us to turn the tide of fate.

Avidius: Yet the identity of this Hero remains a mystery. Coincidentally, much like the absent part of this mural, the prophecy of our victory over the coming disaster remains untold...

Avidius: Whether the Priestesses can't foresee the fate that awaits, or whether the true prophecy is meant to remain hidden... Is indeed a question worth pondering.

Iuno: Our would-be Hero of Heroes, lost in daydreams again? What is it this time? Staring at an empty wall, hoping one day it'll bear your name?

Avidius: I happened to wander by, passing the time as one does. No need to trouble yourself with someone as inconsequential as I, Priestess.

Iuno: Have you been waiting long? Ugh, I can't believe he got to you first.

Avidius: Isn't paying respects to the Heroes fairly commonplace? Surely, we needn't allow rivalry to come between us, Priestess.

Iuno: Hmph. I'm not blind to your tricks, Avidius. Do you really think Rover would take sides? With you?

Iuno: Let me guess... Eliminating Tyrannos and the Dark Tide before anyone else would be the perfect act to prove you're the prophesied Hero of Heroes, hmm?

Iuno: Oh, read the room, will you?

Avidius: Please, I don't deny that I am ambitious and aspire to better my station. But I value my duty to defend Septimont's glory just as equally.

Avidius: Should I become the next Hero, Septimont would be spared when the next calamity arrives. Is this not what the Tetragon Temple has prophesized?

Avidius: She possesses many qualities worthy of a Hero. But she lacks the "extraordinary power" mentioned in the prophecy.

Avidius: As a Resonator, Augusta offers nothing special. Yet throughout Septimont's history, every Hero of Heroes was born with extraordinary gifts.

Avidius: She may have the strength to wield a sword, but I doubt her ability to endure pain and the slow, wearisome passage of time like other Resonators.

Avidius: It's a pity that in a city built on prophecy, Augusta is a disruptor of the rules.

Avidius: I assure you, Priestess, I will not act from the shadows. If Augusta seeks a fair challenge, I shall honor her with the respect she deserves.

Avidius: Priestess, Rover, I beg your leave.

Avidius: Perhaps... we will bear witness to the birth of a new Hero in the hunt to come.

Iuno: ...

Iuno: Well, there you have it. That's the gist of it. Ugh, finally some time together, and now it's all ruined...

Rover: I don't understand. Given Augusta's prestige, the Senate has no real advantage in seizing power. What's their angle?

Iuno: It all started when Augusta shook things up the moment she became Ephor. Especially in rooting out corruption within the Gladiator's Agon while ignoring the senators in the process.

Iuno: Naturally, it ruffled some feathers. Some even accused her of "undermining the spirit of Gladiating." In reality, they're just upset their piggy banks got smashed.

Iuno: More importantly...

Iuno: This is exactly the kind of chaos Augusta wanted. That idiot!

Iuno: She even went so far as to say, "The citizens of Septimont only need to be loyal to Septimont, not her, Augusta."

Iuno: And then, like it's nothing, she tells me that the Ephor position only matters when a strong Gladiator wants it.

Iuno: Now why would I be worried about that? I'm sure you've seen her sword. The inlaid blades are trophies of every Gladiator she's defeated.

Iuno: Even ones with decent Resonance powers like Avidius, she eats for breakfast.

Iuno: Though... Avidius makes me rather uncomfortable. It's got nothing to do with his stance, it's... more of a hunch. Something about him feels... unnatural.

Iuno: Or maybe I'm just overthinking it.

Iuno: It's the Griffrex! It appears our prey has finally come out for some fresh air.

Iuno: We'll meet again later. But next time, I'd like your undivided attention. No distractions, hmm?

Rover: Is that lady over there... looking at me?

Rover: Better go and greet her.

"Fabius, the one who walked with Sentinel Imperator. Prophesied Hero of Heroes."

"The untamable blackened tide surged, its sinewy arms outstretched. With hands steadfast as stone, Fabius led through the storm, ascending to the eternal highlands."

"The victor's flag flutters in wild winds: From this day forth, the lands beneath my feet shall belong to Septimont."

The murals do not fade. In the silence of time, they remain, waiting for your gaze.

"Heed me, ████ of Septimont. The █ of the heavens has ████."

"Should █████ be ██████ again. Then ██ be the fate that awaits Septimont."

Talk to the lady holding a candelabra

Lillibet: ...

Lillibet: We've been expecting you, roving hero.

Lillibet: I see. Hmm... A void. An unknowable fate...

Lillibet: Worry not, my child. A void is by no means nothingness.

The elderly Priestess does not respond. Her gaze is fixed on the blazing flames, her mind seemingly far away, lost in another realm.

Iuno: Perfect timing.

Iuno: I'll stretch my legs a bit.

Iuno: I wonder what Grandmother Lillibet and Rover are talking about...

Iuno: Never mind. It can wait.

Iuno: Let's get eyes on this beast, Aquila.

Iuno: Spirits of the hallowed land. Answer my call.

Iuno: May the eternal Sacred Flames grant us boundless sight.

Baptiste: This is the best blade I've forged in a long while.

Baptiste: To face the Dark Tide creations, steel and soul must fight as one. Sadly, I've seen far more blades make it home than men…

Baptiste: Hope this blade bring you luck, lad!

Fredrico: Does this sword have a name, sir?

Baptiste: No, not yet. Tell me, lad, what's your name?

Fredrico: Fredrico, sir.

Baptiste: Fredrico… A fine name. Return with this blade, and you can name it after you.

Fredrico: …I will earn that honor, sir.

Fredrico: For the glory of my House, I'll prove myself worthy of this sword.

Meet with Augusta

Rover: It's the horn...

Rover: I'd better find Augusta.

Augusta: Over there.

Augusta: Behind that cliff is the Earthrend Wedge. A relic of Sentinel Imperator as ancient as these lands.

Augusta: The destination of your journey. My promise to you. Our shared goal.

Augusta: An Anchor Stone made from Tacetite formed around the Earthrender.

Augusta: It contains a fraction of the Earthrender's power. It offers no defense capabilities, but it can at least serve as a temporary measure to hold off the Dark Tide or its creations.

Augusta: We need to deploy three of these in pre-determined locations across Maroonwood to generate a force field. This will drive the Corrosaurus to the Asphodel Barrens in the lower levels.

Augusta: The field blooming with Asphodels is where the hunting party can safely reach the lower levels. Judging from the height, it's close to the Earthrender's base.

Augusta: In that field of glory, we will grant Tyrannos the death it deserves.

Augusta: Tyrannos's calling card as the vanguard of the Dark Tide. Our prey isn't exactly known for playing by the rules.

Augusta: Maroonwood lies on the other side of these cliffs. That beast has reasoned we're likely to take to the skies on Griffrexes and has laid an ambush, waiting to drag us down into the abyss.

Augusta: ...A Corrosaurus that knows how to set a trap, waiting for its hunters to walk right into it... Heh. Quite an interesting opponent.

Augusta: Gladiators, march with me to the hunting grounds.

Augusta: Let the Sacred Flames ignite your resolve! The enemies of Septimont shall bear witness to our might!

"Whispers": ...

"Whispers": It... awaits you...

Augusta: Let us be on our way.

Cross through Rustblood Pass

Pursue Corrosaurus: Tyrannos

Head to Asphodel Barrens

Iuno: A field of corpses. Horrifying, isn't it?

Iuno: This is Tyrannos's birthplace. A kingdom of brutality, and the beast is proud of it.

Iuno: Every hunt before this... it was here that we met our final battles.

Iuno: The Gladiators went to great lengths to drive the Dark Tide's creatures into the Asphodel Barrens. Likewise, their prey were just as eager to bait their hunters here.

Iuno: This is destined to be an evenly matched game of life and death. Hunter or prey? Only the one still standing gets to decide.

Augusta: Avidius, descendant of the Hero of Heroes, Atilius. Decorated for the four crossings of Manes Deep.

Augusta: I see the desire in you. Your desire for power.

Augusta: Yet if you wish to be my opponent, then this level of resolve is far from enough.

Augusta: Step forward. Stand next to me and pursue your desires without hesitation.

Augusta: Let your ambitions burn even hotter.

Avidius: As you wish, Your Excellency.

Iuno: Finally, some fun for a change.

Iuno: Come. You need only to stay at my side, Rover. Rest.

Iuno: This is a matter between Augusta and Avidius. We shall not intervene for the time being.

Defeat Corrosaurus: Tyrannos

Augusta: Everything is in place.

Augusta: It will take the bait.

Iuno: That's our cue, Rover. We're going after it.

Iuno: All this effort we've put into setting this trap...

Iuno: This "gift" of ours... it better take it, nice and obediently.

Pursue Corrosaurus: Tyrannos

Use Utility: Sensor to track down Tyrannos

Augusta: Over there.

Follow Tyrannos's trail and press onward

Tyrannos: *A piercing, agonized howl...*

Rover:

Head towards the cries

Stunned Gladiator: W-What was that?

Avidius: ...

Iuno: Steady... Now!

Abby: What was that about? And that black fog... It was all mushy... I couldn't even finish it...

Abby: Hic. Oh boy, did I take a huge bite outta that one. My head's gone all swishy.

Abby: Ugh... I need a quick timeout, Rover.

Augusta: How are you holding up?

???: Augusta...

"Whispers": Augusta...

"Whispers": ...Now you've seen it. His tiny little Echo. Silencing the Dark Tide with such ease... Resonance power. Such might. Such perfection.

"Whispers": Confined to this frail human form, you will achieve nothing.

"Whispers": You nearly lost everything... As you once did.

"Whispers": Augusta... do not resist the "Gift of Divinity." Follow our guidance. Return to Murmurstown...

"Whispers": To your home...

Iuno: Augusta...

Iuno: Augusta...

Iuno: If, and I say if... Septimont's fate has already been decided.

Iuno: Would you continue to fight...?

Augusta: ...

Augusta: A ruler assumes their place... by accomplishing the impossible for their subjects.

Augusta: It isn't safe here. I'll lead a team and escort everyone to a temporary camp not far from here. But before that, I must ensure no one is left behind.

Head to the temporary camp

Iuno: ...

Rover: How are you feeling? Do you want to rest a bit?

Iuno: I appreciate your concern, but I'm not as fragile as you think... This road is nothing I can't handle...

Iuno: You can set me down here.

Iuno: ...

Iuno: Wait. You have questions. Don't pretend you don't.

Iuno: ...

Iuno: So you've managed to "glimpse" that far? Or is there more?

Iuno: Heh. Just how many more surprises do you have for me? But I suppose only you could manage something like that.

Iuno: Grandmother Lillibet, the Head Priestess you met at the Temple, once spoke of the "unknowable void" that is your fate.

Iuno: They were... as I once perceived through the Sacred Flames... The fate of Septimont...

Iuno: Just as you saw, the Dark Tide will bring destruction to Septimont, and... the death of Augusta.

Iuno: I don't know whether Ragunna's predictions are actually true, but fate has given me no response but sorrow.

Iuno: Though I would deny it to the end, as it is now... I cannot ignore it any longer. The Dark Tide is a force to be reckoned with.

Iuno: Never. My prophecies are never wrong.

Iuno: How I... loathe this feeling. This helplessness. To know everything, to see everything, and yet be powerless to change a thing...

Iuno: Since we've come this far, might as well share a secret with you.

Iuno: The Iuno you see before you can no longer see the threads of fate.

Iuno: I gave up my ability to peer into fate in "exchange" for the Resonance power to resist the Dark Tide. Why? Because I refused to be fate's obedient puppet, bowing to its whims and letting it dictate my every step.

Iuno: But in the end... despite all the sacrifice, we still couldn't escape its grasp...

Iuno: The dark figure we faced in Asphodel Barrens was, in fact, an embodiment of the Dark Tide. We call it the "False Sovereign."

Iuno: Unlike other Dark Tide creations, it can devour and reshape the scattered powers of its maker.

Iuno: I'm unclear how things will unfold, but I'm certain it's the source of evil that will bring about the fall of Septimont, just as the prophecy foretold.

Iuno: Before this hunt, Augusta and I investigated such Dark Tide irregularities at the Sanguis Plateaus.

Iuno: We then formed a plan to take advantage of the Sovereign's nature, using the Corrosaurus as bait to lure out its imperfect form...

Iuno: Maybe this way, we can rewrite Septimont's tragedy before it even begins.

Iuno: I do not know...

Iuno: Fate doesn't lie. Perhaps death is the only choice we're given in the end.

Iuno: But knowing Augusta... I'm sure that fool would fight till the bitter end.

Iuno: There is one thing... I'm not certain about. For reasons I can't explain, the fate shown to me by the Dark Tide feels different from what I remember.

Iuno: What is it exactly? Ugh...

Iuno: A side effect of my Resonance power.

Iuno: The Dark Tide doesn't exactly show up in a stable form. My powers manifest its creations in exchange for a teensy piece of my "existence." That's the price to pay, I suppose.

Iuno: Ugh. I admit it sounds a bit complicated. In short, just know that a little sleep will relieve these side effects.

Iuno: A fair point. Once I've recovered my strength, sorting out these questions will be as simple as a flick of a finger.

Iuno: Oh, by the way, take this.

Iuno: A Lunarum bracelet containing a small portion of my Resonance power. It was passed down to me by my predecessor when I became a Priestess.

Iuno: It's quite dear to me, you know, so be sure to take extra good care of it. And don't expect there will be a spare if you lose it.

Iuno: Now, why would you say that?

Iuno: I'll only be taking a short nap! Don't you or Augusta even dare think about leaving me behind, is that clear?

Tomas: I have a bad feeling about this one…

Tomas: What?! You got a bottle on you? Miracle. Didn't think I'd get to try it here.

Tomas: That's it. Just like I remember.

Tomas: Thank you. If we get out of this, next drink is on me.

Annalisa: Nothing serious for now…

Annalisa: But she went too far with her Forte…

Annalisa: We should let her rest.

Annalisa: I think today changed a lot of minds about her.

Rover: I should see how things are with Augusta now.

Head to the main tent and find Augusta

Avidius: My four expeditions to Manes Deep?

Avidius: Now may not be the best time to discuss past events, but if you insist...

Avidius: It dates back to a High Tide four years ago... At the time, we were driven by the fury of the Dark Tide into the lower levels of the hunting grounds, the Wastelands.

Avidius: I had no intention of emulating the feats of the three Hero of Heroes in conquering Manes Deep. But with the Dark Tide's blockade, I had to lead repeated expeditions into those underground ruins.

Avidius: ...Fate has its ways. Now, only I remain able to face the hunting grounds' trials.

Avidius: Many of my companions fell to the corruption of the Dark Tide.

Avidius: Those left barely overcame the Dark Tide's influence with the help of a plant unique to Manes Deep, Mesona.

Avidius: Even so, they still suffered from the torment it caused and were forced to cut their time as Gladiators short.

Avidius: This Holmleaf Medal was granted to me by the former Ephor after the crisis.

Avidius: A victory, yes, but one laced with pain. My companions should never have suffered the Dark Tide's disgrace.

Ephor's Palace Attendant: Messages have been sent to the encampment and all sectors of the main island, and defenses are currently being deployed per your instructions, Your Excellency.

Augusta: Good. Ensure timely reports on any new developments.

Ephor's Palace Attendant: Yes, Your Excellency.

Augusta: I've made arrangements for the war effort. Strategically, we must always brace ourselves for the worst.

Augusta: Communications with the Black Shores are also underway.

Augusta: The Ephor's Palace has previously established a connection with a Consultant in the Rinascita region. We've reached an agreement granting the Black Shores permission to access Septimont's Resonance Nexus. They'll be able to monitor and collect data on the Dark Tide during the hunt.

Augusta: In return, should any complications arise, the Black Shores are to fulfill their side of the agreement and provide us with the necessary technical support.

Rover: A Consultant active in Rinascita?

Augusta: That's right. Her name is Buling. An interesting young lady. Left quite an impression on me.

Rover: So it is her...

Rover: Why don't you let me handle contacting the Black Shores, Augusta?

Rover: We... talk from time to time. It'll help make things smoother for us.

Buling: Alright, I think I got the whole picture now... Oh Rover, how do you keep ending up in messes like this? This is one tough cookie, all right.

Augusta: You mean...

Buling: Let me tell you, the latest data we got from the Resonance Nexus isn't so pretty. Something's really off with the Dark Tide in that Sanguis place. I don't remember it being this crazy before.

Buling: Normally, the Dark Tide getting all freaky during High Tide is whatever, right? But now, I don't know what happened, cuz it's... it's turning into a person.

Buling: So listen up, I'll give you Tethys's rundown. That humanoid thing, that "Sovereign," is gobbling up frequencies like a maniac!

Buling: It's eating anything with energy. Dark Tide stuff, Tacet Discords, Echoes, you name it. Might even be saving other things for dessert.

Buling: Basically, the Sovereign isn't gonna attack Septimont or Ragunna anytime soon. It's too busy getting fat first. Once it's stuffed full of energy, it'll try and smash the Earthrend Wedge in one go.

You recall what Iuno once shared with you—the plan she and Augusta devised to hunt down the Sovereign. Though that plan has since failed, you relay the details to Buling, backed by Augusta's permit.

Buling: But smooth moves, team. Cutting through the clutter, I see what you're doing.

Buling: This Corrosaurus is just the bait to hook the big fish, isn't it? Your real plan is to stop the Sovereign before it fully forms, nip it in the bud.

Buling: Am I right, Boss?

Augusta: You are right on the mark.

Buling: Heaven and earth are in harmony... That's my reading, so your plan shouldn't have fallen apart like that.

Buling: But then again... smooth sailing isn't always a good thing either. Too much harmony invites trouble. Tethys did pick up a strange frequency midway through the hunt.

Buling: Umm. Well. Let me get another reading... The Chi's all messed up, it's kind of hard to see.

Buling: It's like someone clouded the heavenly signs on purpose...

Augusta: One way or another, we must find the Sovereign and stop it before it absorbs any more frequencies... This might be our only option for now.

Buling: That's right. Supernatural powers or not, the Sovereign can't escape good old Tethys. Lemme see... Yep, it's wandering in an area with a whole lot of other frequencies...

Buling: Looks like it's east of the Sanguis Plateaus. Yeah, that place has lots of dark energy. Bet many tough people died there.

Augusta: Murmurstown...

Avidius: Your Excellency.

Avidius: With your permission, I wish to accompany you to Murmurstown.

Avidius: I know this request may seem bold, and I'm aware of the dangers ahead. But as a warrior of Septimont, I cannot simply stand by.

Avidius: Gladiators, we are united as defenders of Septimont's honor.

Avidius: I do not claim the right to ask this of you, but in my heart, I believe everyone here has earned the glory we bear. Let our deeds today reflect that greatness.

Veteran Gladiator: Well said, young man. Gladiators of Septimont fear no challenge. When the storm approaches, can an eagle soaring in the skies remain content as a fledgling beneath another's wings?

Veteran Gladiator: Your Excellency, we will follow you anywhere.

Augusta: Very well. You have sworn your allegiance to Septimont with your resolve. Your bravery is witnessed not only by me, but by the fallen heroes lying in Capitoline Hill. They take pride in your courage.

Augusta: If you wish to fight together, then so be it. I will afford your fervor its due respect.

Augusta: Come. Take up your blades—For Septimont. For the name of heroes eternal.

"Whispers": A wise choice, Augusta...

"Whispers": It is time. Return to where you belong. Fabianum has long awaited your homecoming...

Ride the Wingray and head to Murmurstown

Avidius: The Wastelands...

Avidius: I never imagined that after four years, I would return to this place under such circumstances...

Cowardly Gladiator: How did this place get like this…?

Veteran Gladiator: This is where the Dark Tide started sixteen years ago. The fact that this empty shell still stands is a miracle in itself.

Cowardly Gladiator: Does this mean... if we fail to stop the Dark Tide, Septimont too will...

Gladiators: ......

Augusta: Warriors, do not let fear stand in our way. The untarnished glory of Septimont stands behind us.

Augusta: The devastation that befell Murmurstown sixteen years ago will never be repeated.

Augusta: The Sovereign won't make things easy for us. Any rash action before we can confirm its location and status would be unwise.

Avidius: Your command is our duty, Your Excellency. We will deploy Anchor Stones around Murmurstown, and I'll personally see that the perimeter stays undisturbed.

Augusta: Yes. This will trap Sovereign inside the town.

Augusta: Good. Proceed as planned, Avidius.

Augusta: They were once our own—brave Gladiators, loyal citizens of Septimont.

Augusta: The Dark Tide not only twisted their minds, it also raised their corpses and turned them into mindless puppets. Not even death could set them free.

Augusta: Mark my words, it will pay for this malevolence.

Explore Murmurstown

Enter the Sonoro Sphere at the Waystone

Rover: Are we still in Murmurstown?

Rover: No... there are small differences.

Augusta: This is Murmurstown, only from the past...

Augusta: It was once called Fabianum—the town of Gladiators, visited by Fabius, the Hero of Heroes. But the Dark Tide claimed it in the end, leaving behind a scar Septimont will never forget.

Rover: Augusta, look over there.

Rover: Are those... lingering frequencies from the past?

Augusta: Let's follow them. It might lead us to more answers.

Follow the "light spark" and explore the Sonoro

???: I didn't see you by the Oak Hollow today…

???: You promised we'd go explore Manes Deep together. Don't tell me you got roped into errands again.

Familiar Sounding Girl: Uh... Sorry...

Familiar Sounding Girl: Otho got hurt, and Uncle Filo's short on help at the shop, so… I volunteered... but I lost track of time…

???: Alright, alright...

???: But isn't it odd how people always come asking you for help? We're children, after all.

Familiar Sounding Girl: I... I don't know.

???: Hmm... me neither...

???: ...I guess it is High Tide season. Uncle Filo must be busy at his forge. Even Ma and Pa are busy preparing for the hunt.

???: Sigh… If only we could find our way to Manes Deep. Maybe we'd hear the Hero of Heroes' whispers and gain a mighty Resonance, just like in Grandma Rosa's stories.

???: If I were strong enough to join the hunt, maybe Ma and Pa wouldn't have to work themselves to the bone.

Familiar Sounding Girl: You're strong to me, Angel.

Familiar Sounding Girl: Sometimes I wish I could be as strong as you.

Familiar Sounding Girl: I… I don't think I've ever had your gifts. Father always said, "You swing a sword fine enough, but your Resonance ability is... average at best. Not Gladiator material."

Angel: Average? I don't believe that for a second. Come on, let me see your hand.

Angel: Your Tacet Mark's there, right?

Angel: Hey... why are you hesitating? Show me.

Angel: ...

Angel: This is...

Angel: Tsk, I'm going to Uncle Filo! This is obviously from his forge burning you!

Familiar Sounding Girl: It's not his fault. I was just being careless...

Familiar Sounding Girl: I asked to borrow some of his old rusty swords… and if I worked fast enough, he'd let me.

Familiar Sounding Girl: Grandma Rosa said you need "two lives" to reach Manes Deep. We don't have our swords yet. We're missing a "life." So I thought if I could get us some...

Angel: Not this again... You really can be a handful sometimes...

Augusta: Yes. Sixteen years ago. Right before the Dark Tide hit.

Abby: Rover, there's that floating thing again!

Rover: I think it's trying to lead the way for us this time.

Rover: We should follow it.

Rover: ...It's hovering by those Phantoms.

Crying Child: (Crying)

Familiar Sounding Girl: There you are. I was looking everywhere for you.

Familiar Sounding Girl: Here, take some of these candies. Grandma Rosa gave them to us.

Crying Child: Hmm...

Crying Child: Hey... do you think what Grandma Rosa said about Manes Deep is... real?

Crying Child: Like… if I really heard the Hero of Heroes' whispers in Oak Hollow… do you think I could ask them to fix my brother's leg?

Crying Child: With a Resonance Ability that powerful, maybe he could get better, just like how he was...

Crying Child: ...The grown-ups keep saying how awful this Dark Tide will be...

Crying Child: And my brother's leg... it won't heal. They said he'll never be a Gladiator now...

Familiar Sounding Girl: In that case... why not try your luck in Oak Hollow?

Familiar Sounding Girl: You can take my sword. Just make sure to bring it back to Uncle Filo later.

Crying Child: But... aren't you coming too? There's no extra sword...

Crying Child: You can't reach Manes Deep without your sword...

Familiar Sounding Girl: It's okay. I'll wait till next time.

Familiar Sounding Girl: I'll find a way to get more swords so everyone can have one.

Abby: Hm? That little girl… does her voice sound familiar to you, Rover?

Abby: I feel like I've heard it somewhere before…

Augusta: ...

Augusta: We've got no other leads for now. Let's check it out.

Enter the Sonoro Sphere at the Waystone

Follow the "light spark" and explore the Sonoro

Familiar Sounding Girl: ████ were there ████! You wouldn't believe ████████

Abby: Huh... it's cutting out. I can't hear what it's saying.

Abby: Rover, that floating thing… seems like it's distracted.

Abby: Something's messing with it, but I can't see what. Feels like... I dunno, like there's an invisible wall cutting us off...

Augusta: Another Waystone. That can't be just a coincidence.

Augusta: It led us into the Sonoro... maybe it can lead us out.

Rover: You're saying we should use it to leave the Sonoro... and that whatever's messing with us might be coming from outside?

Augusta: Could be. It's worth trying.

Rover: More Phantoms of the past.

Abby: Oh, Rover, look over there, I see it!

Exit the Sonoro Sphere at the Waystone

Abby: Can't believe we actually made it out.

Investigate the abnormal area

Abby: More Hollow Figures! So it really was them!

Rover: Don't worry, leave them to me.

Exit the Sonoro Sphere at the Waystone

Shatter the Hollow Figures and free the "light spark"

Abby: This should work.

Abby: Alright, team! Let's head back to the Sonoro!

Enter the Sonoro Sphere at the Waystone

Inspect the Phantoms again

Familiar Sounding Girl: I wish you were there, Angel! You wouldn't believe what happened. Phew, haha…

Familiar Sounding Girl: I-I only ran a few laps with Enric, and guess what? He got so dizzy he tripped over his own feet, and smack! Chipped a tooth! Haha!

Angel: Hold still. I'm trying to get the salve on. Look at you, black and blue and still grinning like a goat...

Angel: Alright, out with it. What'd you do to that thick-skulled Enric this time?

Angel: You're hurt pretty bad… Guess that means no Oak Hollow then. Not that it matters, I bet there's still nothing there but moss and mud.

Familiar Sounding Girl: …He was picking on the little ones. I couldn't just stand there and watch.

Familiar Sounding Girl: So I told him, "Learn how to kneel before asking others to."

Familiar Sounding Girl: And that's when he snapped...

Angel: Couldn't beat him, but still threw down... That's just like you...

Angel: ...

Angel: By the way... I heard things aren't going too well at the Hunter's Den. Ma and Pa haven't come home in days, and the whole town is holding its breath.

Angel: We ought to return those swords to Uncle Filo too…

Angel: Anyway, Manes Deep will have to wait a bit longer.

Familiar Sounding Girl: It's okay. We'll go after the High Tide passes.

Angel: Really? Thought you'd be storming around about it.

Angel: What if the whispers are real? And the great Resonance ability too. Maybe that's how we end up Heroes of Heroes, both of us.

Familiar Sounding Girl: A Hero of Heroes...

Angel: That's still what you want, isn’t it?

Familiar Sounding Girl: It is… I think everyone in the village wants that. The Priestesses say once you become a Hero of Heroes, even the Dark Tide won't scare you.

Angel: Makes sense. Not just any hero, but the Hero of Heroes… Feels a long way off for us.

Familiar Sounding Girl: Mm… But maybe it also means making people smile. If the Dark Tide disappeared, everyone would be happy, right?

Angel: That sounds too easy to be true...

Angel: But if that's all it takes, you've done it already, Augusta. But skip Enric, making a louse like him grin shouldn't count!

Abby: Seems like our little flutterbug has finally calmed down, Rover.

Abby: Let's go look at the Phantoms over there.

Enter the Sonoro Sphere at the Waystone

Inspect the Phantoms again

Rover: Augusta...

Augusta: That's me.

Augusta: Heh, guess there's no denying it now. I thought I might keep my foolishness as a child from you.

Rover: So Murmurstown... I mean, Fabianum, is your hometown?

Augusta: Yes. It's been a long time. I never imagined I'd see my past like this.

Abby: Hmm... I'm curious...

Augusta: About Manes Deep and the Oak Hollow?

Abby: Yeah!

Augusta: ...The name Fabianum once stood for glory.

Augusta: As Septimont's frontline against the Dark Tide, it held the honor of receiving legends like Fabius, Atilius, and Valeria.

Augusta: Perhaps that's why Hero of Heroes tales always lingered here. The most popular one was the tale of a great journey to Manes Deep, the ruins of an ancient civilization.

Augusta: It was said that if you brought "two lives"—yourself and your sword—you'd be granted entry. And within, you'd hear the unceasing whispers of the legendary heroes.

Augusta: Whispers... they say, capable of awakening a Resonance ability as mighty as the heroes' own.

Augusta: As for the Oak Hollow said to lead to Manes Deep... just children's tales. No one ever knew if it was real.

Augusta: But Fabianum never found its Hero of Heroes... Ever since then, the name was lost, replaced by Murmurstown, a scar that Septimont refuses to face...

Augusta: The whole town held out until the very end, yet no aid ever came from the City of Septimont.

Augusta: Later, I heard from the senior Gladiators that on the very morning Fabianum fell, most of the Senate lords were still sound asleep in their warm beds...

Augusta: Heh... it wasn't the Dark Tide that doomed my hometown, but those in power who were blinded by greed and failed to act.

Augusta: I see. Then perhaps I should spend more time with you. Like Iuno once did.

Augusta: Anyway...

Augusta: Why did the Sonoro reveal all this to us?

Abby: Maybe it's helping us find that... um, pure Dark Tide frequency? The scent does feel clearer now, less muddled.

Augusta: A soul who endured the Dark Tide's corruption... and still fights to speak the truth?

Augusta: Hmm... his spirit deserves to be remembered. I will go to witness that truth with my own eyes.

Follow the "light spark" and explore the Sonoro

Rover: Those Phantoms up ahead... looks like they've lost control.

Enter the Sonoro Sphere at the Waystone

Follow the "light spark" and explore the Sonoro

Inspect the source of the noise

Young Augusta: Everyone's been...

Young Augusta: Angel, what do we—

Young Augusta: Angel? What happened? You're bleeding...

Angel: I...

Young Augusta: ...Stay with me. I'll get you out of here.

Angel: No… There are monsters everywhere… You won't make it, not with me…

Angel: ...Just leave me and...

Abby: Huh? It stopped again... I don't hear anything. Did it end just like that?

Augusta: I remember being trapped inside with Angel, surrounded by Tacet Discords.

Augusta: If it hadn't been for a brave Gladiator stepping in and fighting them off with his life... none of us would have made it.

Augusta: Perhaps we recreate what happened back then to stir the Phantoms. We defeat the Tacet Discords, just as that Gladiator did.

Abby: But they're just Phantoms. How do you fight something that's not even real?

Rover: Again, we'll fight them outside the Sonoro.

Abby: Oh, right, the Waystone!

Exit the Sonoro Sphere at the Waystone

Abby: Tacet Discords! Over there!

Augusta: Time to work.

Defeat the Tacet Discords

Rover: Let's return to the Sonoro. There's likely something new to see there.

Enter the Sonoro Sphere at the Waystone

Inspect the Phantoms again

Injured Gladiator: So, this is it...

Injured Gladiator: Ha, haha... at least I'm not on my knees...

Injured Gladiator: ...

Young Augusta: Ah...

Young Augusta: ...He's... not breathing...

Young Augusta: ...

Young Augusta: ...Thank you...

Follow after the Phantoms

Angel: Augusta... are you...

Angel: Are you going to face it alone?

Angel: No! Don't! Just come with me...

Young Augusta: I promised I'd get you out of here.

Angel: No, Augusta! Augusta...

Young Augusta: H-Hey, you! Evil monster!

Young Augusta: ...Why don't you fight me!

Young Augusta: ...

Young Augusta: I... I'm not scared! Come on, I'm wide open.

Young Augusta: ...

Young Augusta: Don't look away! I'm not someone you can ignore!

Young Augusta: No—

Young Augusta: Not there! Look at me! I said LOOK AT ME!

Young Augusta: Angel... Angel!

"Whispers": The Dark Tide answers only to strength. Those without it are doomed to be forsaken...

"Whispers": Augusta, my brave yet fragile child… Your strength is far too feeble, unfit to sate the hunger of the Dark Tide.

"Whispers": You long to become a hero, to reign by might… But tell me... can the throne of glory be claimed by one so weak?

Augusta: The Dark Tide paid me no mind. Its target was always Angel.

Augusta: And the whispers… they were real, but not as the legends promised. What I heard were words of cruelty.

Augusta: None of it matters now. Those things belong to the past...

Augusta: True... though, back then, I didn't really have a choice.

Augusta: This is Septimont, a place where ideals bow to strength.

Augusta: As a child, I had no desire for power. But in the City of Septimont, if I wished to rise beyond my origin and silence arrogance dressed in fame and fortune, I had no other path.

Augusta: Now, my strength speaks in my stead, and my blade cuts down every slander.

Augusta: All but prejudice.

Augusta: I know well what those parasites in the Senate are plotting. Draped in the Temple's name, they manipulate public opinion to secure themselves a place on Capitoline Hill.

Augusta: But their absurd schemes betray only fear—

Augusta: It's not about belief. It's about not fearing them.

Augusta: The Dark Tide still haunts Septimont. People live in terror of losing their homeland again, and so they cling to the hope of a Hero of Heroes.

Augusta: As Septimont's Ephor, I must stay strong and answer their call.

Augusta: A ruler has no right to falter.

Augusta: If my Resonance ability raises doubts about my right to rule, then let the true Hero of Heroes step forth and challenge me.

Augusta: And if none appear... I will decide whether this title is worthy of the weight of a ruler's glory.

Augusta: One of the prophecies speaks of a Hero of Heroes wielding extraordinary power, rising from the dark tides. As I see it, you, Rover, fit that image well.

Augusta: Should it be you... I would gladly accept your challenge.

Augusta: A person of immense strength is either a nemesis or a kindred spirit, both of which are intriguing to me and my blade.

Rover: Me? Honestly, the thought never crossed my mind.

Rover: From what I've seen, being a true ruler isn't about having immense strength, whether that's a powerful Resonance ability or sheer might.

Rover: I've met people from Huanglong to Rinascita who live with real integrity. Their skills and backgrounds were all different, and... none of them were perfect.

Rover: But what defines them isn't strength or anything that can be measured. It's the spirit they were born with. Resilient. Unyielding. That can't be stolen.

Rover: Believe me, Augusta, I see that same spirit in you.

Augusta: I see...

Augusta: ...What happened within the Oak Hollow remains a mystery. All I know is, when I found her, her Resonance ability had grown immensely, so powerful that even the Dark Tide could not withstand it.

Augusta: But she failed to control it. I could do nothing but watch as she transformed into... something no longer human. After that, I never saw her again.

Rover: A Dark Tide occurrence sixteen years ago... Its frequency must have been more stable than it is now.

Rover: Maybe this is the truth the Gladiator's spirit is trying to share...

Enter Oak Hollow

Inspect the Phantom in Oak Hollow

Young Augusta: Angel!

Young Augusta: ...Y-you defeated the Dark Tide? That's... incredible.

Young Augusta: And your wounds... they're gone. Thank goodness! Did the whispers give you their power?

Angel: ...

Young Augusta: Angel, are you...

Young Augusta: ...

Angel: Run... RUN!!!

As the words fade, the Phantom carrying the Reverberation of the past dissolves. A swirling vortex of energy lingers where "Angel" vanished.

Abby: Sniff...

Abby: It's that smell, Rover!

Augusta: The truth... The Dark Tide... and the pure frequency...

Augusta: Are you certain that's what we're looking for, Rover? How could Angel be carrying the Dark Tide's frequency...

Rover: If anyone can sniff out the truth, it's Abby. But just to be sure, I'll send the data to Buling once we're out of here.

Rover: The Black Shores will give us an answer.

Augusta: Alright...

Obtain the pure Dark Tide frequency

Exit the Sonoro Sphere at the Waystone

After leaving the Sonoro, you return to Murmurstown and send the pure Dark Tide frequency to Buling.

Buling: It's all done, Boss! Tethys ran the data through a couple filters, and we've zeroed in on one spot in the hunting grounds. Pretty sure that's where the Sovereign's been hiding.

Buling: I'm sending you the coordinates now.

Augusta: …So the frequency we collected really was from the Dark Tide?

Buling: Yeah, looks that way.

Buling: But this one's... weird. It feels still, like undisturbed water. Quiet, like it's asleep. Basically, nothing is disturbing it.

Buling: If I had to describe it, I'd say... it's like a Reverberation left behind when the Dark Tide slams head-first into someone's Forte.

Buling: On its own, it's not as dangerous as the Dark Tide, but if it got mixed with another Forte and stirred up… well, who knows what kind of explosion of power that could cause...

Augusta: Angel... and the Dark Tide...

Augusta: ...Understood.

Augusta: Let's go, Rover. Time to meet our prey.

Augusta: I'll tell the others to meet at that location.

Avidius: Please hurry, everyone. The Anchor Stone must be in place before the Sovereign's hunt begins.

Shrewd Senator: Such devotion. Forgive me, but you seem to forget your place, Avidius.

Avidius: Is that so? Perhaps you'd like to remind me, my lord.

Shrewd Senator: Hmph. You must be aware of your rather underwhelming performance during the Tyrannos hunt.

Shrewd Senator: The Senate's patience is not boundless. It's reserved for those who deserve it. Unless you can present a triumph to match your exploits in Manes Deep, we'll have no choice but to... reconsider your candidacy as Septimont's next ruler.

Shrewd Senator: Wake up, Avidius. Isn't Murmurstown the very place where your glory began? That, Avidius, is your true arena.

Shrewd Senator: Yet here you are, entangled in Augusta's petty concerns when you could be seizing something far greater.

Avidius: How very amusing, Lord Falco.

Avidius: You seek a ruler strong enough to lead, yet pliable enough to be led. You'd have better luck finding a needle in the sea.

Avidius: Were I in your position, I'd keep my mouth shut. If Septimont falls, so will your ambitions.

Avidius: And allow me to remind you: I entered Manes Deep because I had no other choice, and my duty as a Gladiator demanded it.

Avidius: The blood I shed, the blade I wielded—these were proof of loyalty, not entertainment for the lords. If that's how you see it... then perhaps it is I who should reconsider this alliance.

Shrewd Senator: How dare you—

Veteran Gladiator: Heh, got some grit, eh? Haven't let ambition cloud your mind. I like that.

Veteran Gladiator: Falco? What are you—

Shrewd Senator: *Groans in pain*

Veteran Gladiator: Watch out!

Avidius: ...He may be under the Hollow Figures' influence. Judging by his behavior, the Dark Tide has already corrupted his mind.

Avidius: The Anchor Stone is nearly in place. Sir Hercle, would you please take Lord Falco to rest?

Avidius: This isn't far from the entrance to Manes Deep. I remember finding Mesona nearby. It's an herb that helped my companions and me resist the Dark Tide's corruption.

Avidius: ...Lord Falco has paid for his pride. But as a former hero, he deserves a death free from the Dark Tide's torment.

Avidius: I will do what I can to help...

Avidius: Sir Hercle, please look after him. I'll bring the herb back.

Avidius: I promise it won't take long. Don't worry.

Veteran Gladiator: Alright. You go do what you believe is right.

Avidius: ...

Avidius: ...

Avidius: ...How could it be...

Avidius: No... It must be the Dark Tide's illusion...

Avidius: This wall... No, it can't be...

Augusta: My fellow Gladiators! Our prey has finally revealed itself. Move to the marked coordinates. It's time to hunt.

Avidius: ...

Follow the coordinates and pursue the False Sovereign

Abby: This is the place! The smell's getting stronger!

Augusta: No traces of the Sovereign... It must be hiding again.

Augusta: We must force it to show itself.

Rover: Perhaps this could work.

Augusta: ...Over there.

Defeat the False Sovereign

Rover: Abby!

Abby: Ugh... I-I can't take it!

Abby: Y-yeah...

Abby: But my belly... Ugh... it's full...

Abby: I'm... so tired...

"Whispers": Faithless one... The strength you refused shall now become the blade that strikes you down...

"Whispers": To spurn a divine gift is to invite consequence, and Divinity offers mercy but once...

Iuno: Augusta...

Iuno: Augusta.

Augusta: Iuno, I...

Augusta: No, it can't end like this...

Augusta: All able units! Split into two teams! One will escort the wounded back to base, while the other prepares supplies and maintains position!

Buling: Aha… figures. That area you're in has buried many warriors. For the Sovereign, it's like having a free buffet.

Buling: And sure enough, you blink and it's already swallowed up all the surrounding frequencies. Now it's a real nightmare.

Buling: That said…

Buling: Let's see… Fire under earth, light be blocked... That's it. Tethys is showing messy internal frequencies and unstable structures. Looks like after stuffing itself with all those frequencies, the Sovereign's completely scrambled inside.

Buling: If we can stir up the mess in its gut, even with something small, we might just throw him off balance. And then, maybe we can wrest the Earthrend Wedge back and readjust it to—

Iuno: Terrible timing... Is there any other way to reach her?

Augusta: It's the Dark Tide...

Augusta: The entire frequency range is under its control. In other words, we're completely cut off here.

Iuno: Tch, how vexing.

Iuno: The Dark Tide's inside...

Iuno: If we feed that monster something else…

Iuno: Right, the Anchor Stone!

Rover: You're suggesting... we let the Sovereign absorb the Anchor Stone? If it works, it could suppress it from the inside.

Iuno: Very sharp. But before we act, there are two things we need to prepare.

Iuno: First, we'll need to get the Sovereign to open up and swallow the Anchor Stone like a good boy. That will be on you and Augusta, Rover.

Iuno: Second, the Dark Tide itself must be stabilized to keep the Sovereign nice and solid. My job, naturally. No one else is fit for the task.

Augusta: No!

Augusta: The Sovereign is far stronger than before, and you've only just recovered. There's no way you can take on that much Resonance energy at once.

Iuno: I'm not made of glass, Augusta.

Iuno: I am Iuno, the most gifted Priestess Septimont has seen in generations. If anyone can hold back the Dark Tide, it's me. And I'm not going to fall on you that easily.

Iuno: Besides, the Sacred Flames already showed me my end. In the warmth of spring, surrounded by white flowers, with gentle eyes watching over me. But that day is still far from today.

Iuno: At worst, I'll just need more time to recover. Everything's going to be alright. I promise.

Augusta: Hmm...

Iuno: Then it's settled. I'll let you prepare. Just give me a signal when you're near the Earthrender.

Iuno: I won't be able to hold the Sovereign's form for long, so make the most of that window.

Iuno: Did you forget anything, Rover?

Rover: I...

Iuno: Since I've given you a tool so practical, I'll ask something in return. Just one thing.

Iuno: Promise me you'll stay by Augusta's side, and face whatever destiny sets upon you. Together. This isn't a command or a suggestion. It's... a personal request.

Iuno: Only you can do this.

Augusta: Iuno...

Iuno: I think I understand what the "unknowable void" in your fate really means.

Iuno: It's not nothingness, Rover. All along, it's represented a future that can't be defined by anything but your own will.

Iuno: As long as that void exists, you control your story. Your existence is the meaning itself.

Iuno: So please, support Augusta with everything you have. I've seen how much she trusts you.

Iuno: That's the spirit.

Iuno: Alright, you two. Stop standing around and get moving.

Iuno: The sooner you settle this, the sooner I get to leave this boring place.

Augusta: Iuno, one last question.

Augusta: For someone without an unwritten fate... is it true they can never break free, no matter how hard they struggle?

Iuno: I... don't know.

Augusta: That's alright.

Augusta: Let's go, Rover.

Iuno: Wait, Augusta!

Iuno: I've been thinking... our final fate might already be written, but how we walk that path is up to us. We, as humans, are meant to carve our own way forward!

Iuno: If we can't rewrite fate, then we chase it! Outpace it! Then, when we catch up, we'll smack it right in the face!

Iuno: Don't forget what you once said: "A ruler assumes their place by accomplishing the impossible for their subjects."

Head to Earthrend Wedge with the Anchor Stone

Rover: Here.

You hand the Anchor Stone to Augusta, who slashes it into pieces.

Rover: Why did you...

Augusta: Buling mentioned even something small could have a great influence. The smaller, the more unnoticed.

Augusta: Come, Rover. Stand with me to face our reckoning.

Augusta: Let this small thing pry open the cracks in fate's door.

Avidius: Oak Hollow... I saw it...

Avidius: Manes Deep... It doesn't exist...

Avidius: ...Is it... because of me...

Avidius: My memories... N-no...

Defeat the Tacet Discords and pass through Murmurstown

Iuno: Go chase your fate... Augusta...

Head to the Earthrend Wedge

Augusta: Nothing… Just something on my mind.

Augusta: Do you still remember what the whispers told me sixteen years ago?

Augusta: "The Dark Tide answers only to strength. Those without it are doomed to be forsaken..."

Augusta: Now I think of it, it is rather interesting...

Augusta: I've never told anyone this before.

Augusta: But ever since the Dark Tide decided to "forsake" me, those broken whispers have never left.

Augusta: They echoed in every battle, telling me when to dodge, when to strike. But with each opponent that fell, the whispers began to fade.

Augusta: Until I became the Ephor...

Augusta: ...That's when they returned. Louder, never giving me a single moment of peace.

Augusta: I tried to shut them out, but every time I strayed from their guidance, fate would strike me down in the cruelest of ways.

Augusta: I thought I was the master of my fate, but the truth is... they always knew the path better than I ever could.

Augusta: ...The old prophecy about Ragunna that they once whispered to me has come true.

Augusta: Now, it is time for me to put their power to the test.

Confront Augusta

Rover: What...

Rover: (What exactly do you want to do, Augusta...)

Augusta: Give everything, Rover. I've realized this is the duty I must fulfill.

Augusta: Ha, that's it. Show me your strength.

Augusta: The one to stand beside me for the throne is you. And only you.

"Whispers": Brazen faithless one!

"Whispers": Receive the judgment of the heavens

"Whispers": The sacred crucible shall reshape your soul

Augusta: Fool. I already said Ragunna's "Divinity" didn't get a seat on the ship

Defeat the False Sovereign

Rover: Augusta.

Augusta: We meet again, my friend.

Augusta: It seems my will won't let me miss a chance to fight side by side with you.

Augusta: Come, Rover. I've been waiting for this moment.

Augusta: Heh, so it's finally come to this? Good. This is how a true battle should be.

Augusta: Rover, fight by my side—

Augusta: This time, the blade of victory shall pierce the Hollow Sovereign's heart.

Talk to Augusta

Augusta: Yes...

Augusta: It's all thanks to you, Rover—Septimont's Hero of Heroes.

Rover: In that case… I could say the same to you.

Rover: As the prophecy goes, "The Hero of Heroes wielding extraordinary power, rising from the dark tides." As I see it, you, Augusta, fit that image well.

Augusta: Extraordinary power? That's a bit much. I know my limits.

Augusta: But… I do think I've earned that title, and it's one we could share together.

Augusta: Besides, the Temple never said there could only be one Hero of Heroes.

Rover: What really happened to you in the Dark Tide? I thought you might've...

Augusta: Hehe, it wasn't a pleasant experience. But in a strange way… it was refreshing.

Augusta: If you want to hear the full story, I'll tell you another time.

Augusta: But, back inside the Dark Tide, I think the lost frequencies were always guiding me, shaping who I was becoming.

Augusta: Even trapped in that abyss of despair, those fallen heroes never gave up. They lit a faint, warm light in the dark for me.

Augusta: And you, along with everyone who stood by me… without you, we couldn't have won this battle.

Augusta: Perhaps the title of "ruler" is too narrow and too hollow to define the true spirit of humankind.

Augusta: A civilization's glory is forged by generations of brave souls. It was never meant to be one person's medal of honor.

Rover: I want to ask you something.

Rover: Why did you ask me to join the hunt?

Augusta: Because my warriors and I wanted to fight beside someone like you. That hasn't changed.

Augusta: But… I will be honest. Part of it was because of your "unwritten fate."

Augusta: I'd been preparing for this hunt for a long time. At first, all we had were a few vague glimpses from the Priestesses and a handful of prophetic murals. No one knew when or how the disaster would strike.

Augusta: And then you showed up. You've surely seen the unfinished mural in the Temple. The blank wall and the unwritten fate...

Augusta: So I took a gamble, believing you were the key to this hunt.

Augusta: I couldn't explain it back then, not when I wasn't certain myself.

Augusta: But in the end, we realized what that "blank" represents. And my gamble paid off.

Augusta: The one who deserves to be a Hero of Heroes, with power over the Earthrend Wedge...

Augusta: Thank you for your trust, Rover.

Augusta: Now, it's time for me to honor my promise.

Augusta: This is the end of our journey... the Earthrend Wedge.

Augusta: It hasn't been quite what I expected, but I'm very glad we made it this far together.

Rover: Imperator...

Augusta: Go. I'll wait for you here.

Retrieve Imperator's Relic before heading to the Earthrend Wedge

Rover: ...A discoid.

Rover: This warmth... I feel you, Imperator...

Rover: I'd better get back.

Talk to Augusta

Augusta: Did you find what you seek?

Augusta: A discoid? Looks like... a compass?

Augusta: The structure's odd... There might be a hidden compartment inside. Can you try opening it, Rover?

Augusta: If this relic was left by the Sentinel, brute force won't get us anywhere.

Augusta: We'll need a different approach. Maybe a special key, a mechanism, or a password...

Rover: The Black Shores' records on the Sentinel may give us more clues.

Rover: More importantly, I need their data on the Dark Tide.

Rover: The Earthrender's holding back the Dark Tide for now, but we're not in the clear yet. Those sudden outbreaks and the way it's fixated on you… it's not just a coincidence.

Augusta: You're right. With the Black Shores' tech, we might be able to outwit our unseen enemy.

Rover: I'll contact them as soon as we're back.

Augusta: Alright. Let's set all this aside and enjoy the victory we've earned.

Augusta: There's probably a bonfire roaring at the encampment by now… Rover, it's time to return to those waiting for us.

Augusta: We won this battle, but the war is far from over. The road ahead's still steeped in blood and thorns. But with you, and everyone who stood beside us, the banner of Septimont will never fall.

Augusta: With the eternal sun as my witness, the name of hero belongs to you all.

???: It's been a while, Rinascita.

???: What prey do we hunt this time?

???: ...The Threnodian.