By Moon's Fated Light

Head to the Hunter's Den in the afternoon (14:00-18:00)

Worried Gladiator: You, my friend, have had one drink too many... Do me a favor, just stop…

Worried Gladiator: And no more of this nonsense. What if the Priestess right there hears you?

Dissatisfied Priestess: Go on, try it if you dare. Just don't get upset when fate scorches the throats of the reckless!

Worried Gladiator: Wh-what?

Dissatisfied Priestess: I-I mean, yes of course. I understand.

Solemn Old Man: Like the edges of the sun… His father said the same when he earned his first medal.

Solemn Old Man: And that was before the boy was even born.

Solemn Old Man: Who knows where that medal went off to? Probably rusting at the bottom of the Dark Tide for all I know…

Solemn Old Man: It's been three full years since Caius last saw his father. Since I saw him… Ethan, my son…

Solemn Old Man: If he knew his boy dreams of being a fearless warrior like him, the way he looked up to me…

Solemn Old Man: What would he think?

Little Caius: Can I touch it? No, wait. Can I try it on...? I'll polish your sheath for you!

Honorable Gladiator: You know your medals, boy. This here is a Medal of Glory.

Honorable Gladiator: No need to shine anything. If you want to try it on, tell me this—what's the secret to holding a sword?

Little Caius: The secret to holding a sword... Uhh... I...

Honorable Gladiator: Precisely.

Honorable Gladiator: That's something you only learn after a lot of bruises and a few close calls.

Honorable Gladiator: As for the medal... Here, you can have it.

Honorable Gladiator: When you've mastered how to wield a sword, you'll come to realize there are many, many things far greater than glory.

Novice Gladiator: I-I still can't believe it… We really did it?

Novice Gladiator: A once-in-a-century High Tide. The prophesied end… And it's just...

Composed Gladiator: Yes, and now it's all over. Just like the other disasters Septimont has faced.

Composed Gladiator: So long as we carry sword and shield, the only ones we can rely on to save us are ourselves.

Eager Merchant: Well, if it isn't Rover... What can I get for ya?

Eager Merchant: Comin' right up!

The bartender slides the drink your way.

You knock it back in one go. It feels like you swallowed an entire glacier.

Eager Merchant: Feel that? That's the arctic gale howlin' in your gut!

Eager Merchant: Had a fella this morning guzzle a few glasses in a row. He nearly froze the toes off the poor soul next to him just by breathing!

Eager Merchant: Comin' right up!

The bartender slides the drink your way.

You knock it back in one go. It feels like you swallowed red-hot daggers.

Eager Merchant: Feel that? That's a firestorm doin' a war dance in your belly!

Eager Merchant: Had a fella this morning chugging glasses like water. His burp nearly set a poor lad's hair on fire!

Arrive at the Hunter's Den and take part in the ceremony

???: May joy also be upon you, Rover.

???: The Sovereign is dead. Now we pause in our victory to honor the Hero of Heroes, and all those who stood by her side.

Ceremonial Officer Bruno: I am Bruno, Master of Ceremonies for the occasion. I had hoped to greet you alongside Augusta.

Ceremonial Officer Bruno: But she was called away... The Senate insists on wasting her time with their trifles.

Ceremonial Officer Bruno: Yes, it's a ceremonial role. Don't worry, it's pretty simple, and you won't be handing out too many.

Ceremonial Officer Bruno: At the height of the celebration, everyone will toss their petals into the air. We will all shower in the flowers.

Ceremonial Officer Bruno: Your task will be to distribute the petals beforehand. You have been chosen by the people, for you are held in the highest regard.

Ceremonial Officer Bruno: The people of Septimont gave their all on the battlefield. Now, after fighting side by side, we'll share honey and wine beneath a rain of petals.

Ceremonial Officer Bruno: Yes... Oh, I hope you won't decline. This is not only Augusta's wish, it's the people's too.

Ceremonial Officer Bruno: Very well, I'll leave it in your capable hands.

Ceremonial Officer Bruno: As for who you choose and how, trust your instincts. It's just like a toast, or a Priestess's oration, all part of the celebration. No need to overthink it. Now, enjoy!

Offer petals to enliven the ceremony

Valiant Gladiator: To Septimont! To peace after the storm!

Valiant Gladiator: Good. When the time comes, I'll hurl the glorypetals high and let the wind carry it far. Let the world see our triumph!

Valiant Gladiator: Alright, we'll catch you after you finish.

Outspoken Gladiator: If you're interested, you should go listen to the Priestess. Her orations are one of the highlights of the celebration.

Hand out petals

Worried Noble: I... I'm still worried. The Paradise was stopped, right? But the Dark Tide isn't gone for good. The Sovereign is gone, but what if something worse is waiting for us?

Helpful Noble: That's the spirit. Tonight is for those who've bled for it. All of us!

Helpful Noble: Knew it! You were always going to be one of the Rosebearers.

Worried Noble: Ah, the fragrance really makes the glory linger... Thank you. Be sure to save some for those who've fought by your side.

Helpful Noble: Huh? Iuno?

Continue handing out petals

Rover: There's not much left. I'll hand some out over there.

Rover: Looks like the oration they mentioned.

Rover: Huh… I thought for sure it'd be Iuno at an event like this.

Rover: Eh, well. Guess I'll catch her later.

Serene Priestess: ...Yes, I fear that until Grandmother Lillibet finds a gifted successor, we shall not glimpse further into Septimont's future Septimont's Auguries.

Serene Priestess: Once, fate flowed like a thread. It guided reverent seekers to glimpse Septimont's end...

Serene Priestess: Under the Tide's surge, all was overturned. No soul was spared.

Serene Priestess: Until the Unwritten One arrived from afar to join forces with Augusta.

Serene Priestess: With the Corrosaurus as bait, he cut through the Dark Tide's miasma to reveal the truth.

Serene Priestess: With the False Sovereign's blood, a new ruler was crowned. The prophesied end was averted, thanks to Augusta and the Unwritten One.

Serene Priestess: From now on, fear no longer grips me. The Dark Tide retreats into the forgotten night, and countless souls drink from pure waters again. The new Hero of Heroes, Augusta, shall lead Septimont into a new age.

Serene Priestess: Thus, the present now aligns with the prophecy Grandmother Lillibet once foresaw in Septimont's Auguries.

Rover: Prophecy of the end, and how we managed to lure the Sovereign out... The order and the story are right, but something's missing.

Rover: You speak of me and Augusta, but what of Iuno?

Serene Priestess: Unwritten One, you leave me baffled.

Serene Priestess: Hmm. I should know this... Iuno, you speak of, yes?

Rover: Iuno is a Priestess, just like you.

Rover: More than that, she wielded the Moon Bow and fought alongside me and Augusta in the hunt. We defeated the Sovereign together... Don't you all remember?

Serene Priestess: Impossible. As a Priestess myself, I can tell you with certainty that none among us bear that name.

Serene Priestess: And, I must remind you, we rarely take part in hunts. Our place is with the flamesSacred Flames in Tetragon Temple.

Serene Priestess: The hunt for the Sovereign involved many. Perhaps you are mistaken and confused her for someone else?

Rover: No, this can't be.

Rover: I don't know what a Priestess is supposed to be, but I do know what Iuno is like. And I'm certain... she's a Priestess.

Rover: You mentioned cutting through the Dark Tide's miasma. Tell me, if Iuno wasn't there, then who shot the Moon Arrow?

Serene Priestess: Yes. On the cliffside, you struck with your sword to cut through the Dark Tide. Don't you remember, Unwritten One?

Go somewhere quiet to gather your thoughts

Rover: (Their accounts are all true, except when it comes to Iuno. How they react to her name is completely wrong.)

Rover: (Everything she did, they attribute to me. They're not just forgetting. It's as if Iuno never existed to them at all.)

Rover: (Could this be possible? This distortion in perception? Is it a remnant of the Sovereign's power? Or is this the work of the Fractsidus again?)

Veteran Elder: No... I've never even heard of her.

Veteran Elder: You should know, I've been stationed in this camp longer than most. Memory ain't bad, either.

Veteran Elder: Word is, people who get too close end up seeing things. Hallucinations, delusions, the works.

Veteran Elder: Some of 'em go as far as thinking they see the dead. Or worse, some start calling themselves Tacet Discords.

Veteran Elder: Ah, don't get too worked up. It ain't that bad, not yet anyway.

Veteran Elder: At any rate, dissociation is just a problem in perception.

Veteran Elder: Some folks let it eat at them for life. Others know what's real and what ain't. They keep away from the Dark Tide, and before long they start feeling alright.

Veteran Elder: How are you feeling? You need to rest up a bit? ...Oh, looks like Augusta's finally here.

Veteran Elder: She's been through it too, faced the Sovereign just like you. If you're still doubting, maybe talk to her. Could help.

Augusta: Rover, you've come.

Rover: Augusta, do you remember Iuno?

Augusta: Iuno?

Rover: Yes, she was often by your side. The one with the bow like the moon. She joined our hunt for the Sovereign...

Augusta: Everyone has forgotten... No, that's not it. Everyone says they've never even seen her before.

Augusta: But you, you remember her. You remember everything that happened. You are certain she is real and cannot exist in your memories alone.

Augusta: I know what you're feeling, because I've felt it too.

Augusta: The Dark Tide's frequencies twisted my perception as well. Made me see things that weren't real.

Augusta: The Sovereign's whispers dogged me for decades, tempting me to accept its gift.

Augusta: Because of my sword. It reflects everything that happened in Murmurstown.

Augusta: Existence always leaves a trace. Beyond feeling, memory, and perception, is there anything that can prove this "Iuno" isn't an illusion?

Iuno: After this, I shall likely sleep like I've never slept before.

Iuno: Say, I heard the Montelli family imported some device that aids sleep. It's all the rage... Augusta, I trust you will acquire one for me? I wish to try it myself.

Iuno: Scented candles are fine, though the scent of the forest is most pleasing. As for pillows and bedding...

Augusta: That's enough. I allow requests... but only three.

Iuno: Hmph. Apologies, but I need my rest if I'm to be at full power. Do bear with it. It's for your own good, after all.

Iuno: Oh? Didn't think the great "Unwritten Rover" would be so stingy.

Iuno: Really? You traveled all this way just to return what I gave you, is that it?

Iuno: Was it truly such a burden for you?

Iuno: If one day this bracelet becomes meaningless to anyone else, I hope you will remain the exception, Unwritten One.

Iuno: But... perhaps in that distant future, forgetting might prove far easier than remembering. Never mind. In any case, you are not to return it.

Iuno: Well, until we meet again, I suppose.

Rover: This bracelet belongs to Iuno.

Augusta: Quite the unique design. Like a crescent moon. But still... I'm sorry.

Augusta: I wish I could offer you the answer you seek, but to me, it's just an ordinary bracelet. Nothing about it stands out.

Augusta: When you mentioned her name, I tried to recall any trace of her in my memories.

Augusta: But there is nothing. What has passed is clear... and she feels like an extra piece to a puzzle, one that doesn't quite fit.

Rover: How can this be? You spent the most time with her.

Augusta: Rover, wait...

Augusta: What... did you see?

Rover: Iuno.

Iuno: Of course, only you would be the exception.

Rover: So you've known this all along...

Iuno: A death that shouldn't have happened, traded for an unforetold victory. A fair deal.

Iuno: Now... I am but a fading sliver of moonlight.

Iuno: I'm sorry, but...

Iuno: Even I fear being...

Iuno: Forgotten...

Abby: Hey, Rover, you alright? You've been standing here for ages.

Abby: Duh! Even though I was snoozing on and off... I still remember everything that went down, crystal clear!

Abby: Yeah, totally! We had so much done with her during the hunt trip.

Abby: Yep, and I'm pretty sure she was the one who took that Moon Bow and blasted the Dark Tide wide open! Not you, not anyone else!

Abby: And that bracelet, she gave it to us to lure out that nasty big fella... Even asked us to keep it for her...

Rover: Iuno once said she glimpsed the end, where she would be the last one standing. But now, this end never came... and Iuno is dead.

Rover: Is this the cost of changing destiny? Did she know she'd disappear, but accepted it anyway?

Rover: I don't care if Iuno foresaw her fate and chose this path for herself.

Rover: All I know is I won't let it end like this. Not with her fading into oblivion.

Rover: Like Augusta said, everything that exists leaves a trace. Since she's a Priestess, I'm sure to find traces of her in Tetragon Temple.

Rover: A lead could be the breakthrough I need.

Abby: That's the spirit! Look at ya, Rover, snapping out of that funk! Knew you'd be back at it soon enough!

Abby: I still got some kinks to work out before I'm in my Super Echo Abby form, but you can bet I'll be here...

Abby: Remembering everything that happens. We'll figure something out, whatever it takes! Even when I'm just riding along, I'm in this with you, pal.

Return to Tetragon Temple and look for more clues about Iuno

Look around and see what's going on

Rover: (Strange... Lillibet and the other Priestesses aren't here. The Temple seems empty.)

Rover: (Hmm? Iuno's bracelet is shining? The light is... pointing at a wall?)

Touch the wall illuminated by the light

Investigate the area behind the secret door

Return to Tetragon Temple's upper floor

Lillibet: Simply put, aside from what's already been verified, we can no longer see any other of Septimont's Auguries.

Lillibet: Well, there is a silver lining. Septimont's Auguries concern Septimont's future, but as for smaller, individual futures... we can still see those.

Lillibet: For instance, I saw Avidius making a commotion not long ago.

Lillibet: I wish she were a figment of your imagination. A product of your proximity to the Dark Tide. That would make things much simpler.

Lillibet: Because I did find a record of a Priestess named Iuno.

Lillibet: The record didn't say, but...

Lillibet: You must understand, "death" and "disappearance" are two different concepts.

Lillibet: If Iuno truly died three years ago, then she couldn't have been your companion three years later, let alone have existed up until today.

Lillibet: It means her death three years ago and her disappearance today cannot both be true.

Lillibet: If someone has truly disappeared from this world, do they need a fabricated death? Likewise, when someone dies, they no longer exist in a way that others can feel. These two causal chains should be clear, but they crossed paths with you, the unknowable void.

Lillibet: Although I hate to admit it, Avidius was right... Since you still remember Iuno and thus hold onto that last connection between her and the world, you've essentially "anchored" her.

Lillibet: I believe insight into fate is not to tempt one's defiance. It will move according to its intended end.

Lillibet: So you wish to use yourself as a vessel to anchor the memories, feelings, and connections with Iuno in the Chaos, manifesting her back into existence?

Rover: Anchor, manifest, whatever you want to call it. All I know is Iuno's not gone because of me. So why shouldn't I be able to bring her back?

Rover: If I can tangle the causal chain, why can't I create a new possibility?

Lillibet: Your thinking is... bold, to say the least.

Lillibet: But do you really understand? Chaos isn't just disorder. It's the aggregation of all things. A web of cause and effect, the convergence of infinite possibilities. If you end up lost within it, you risk being consumed, never to return.

Lillibet: Chaos isn't a place in the usual sense. The key to entering isn't about where you are, but what's happening and what you do in that moment.

Lillibet: I suspect that three years ago, this Priestess must have done something that defied fate, which set the course for her inevitable disappearance.

Head to the place mentioned in the record where Iuno died

Lillibet: I understand. One must try at least... Very well, I'll accompany you there.

Lillibet: Of course. But if you truly are to face Chaos, no amount of preparation will ever be enough.

Lillibet: We're here.

Lillibet: This is where the record says she died, three years ago.

Lillibet: Guided by the light of fate, we walk the web of futures. Many seek prophecies to follow or to break free from... all in pursuit of harmonious completeness.

Lillibet: I've never doubted your judgment of Iuno. But if, as you say, she knew what would happen and still chose this path... could it be that this was the closest she could get to true completeness?

Lillibet: If you refuse this ending, how can you be certain that you can create a better one?

Lillibet: A life with all its experiences and feelings, shredded, scattered, and thrown into the realm of Chaos... What you find there may not be beautiful. It will be filled with pain and emptiness.

Lillibet: Even if you do find a way in, your time together may be brief.

Lillibet: With so much uncertainty, do you still feel that you must go?

Rover: If there were any doubt, now... Now I'm sure.

Lillibet: Wait, you—

Rover: This isn't the ending I'm happy with, that's all.

Rover: Forgetting may be easier than remembering. But let that be the choice of someone alive, not one who's already gone.

Rover: Right now I... don't want to lose anything I still have.

Lillibet: The secret to anchoring, lies in connection and its manifestation.

Lillibet: If you can find what remains of her in the Chaos, and she responds to you...

Lillibet: Then follow her guidance. For that will be the only fragile rope connecting you, her, and this world.

Voice in the Chaos: Endlessly cycling... shattering futures... Is this Chaos?

Voice in the Chaos: Unsalvageable, fractured into pieces... This is Chaos!

Voice in the Chaos: Countless possibilities, both true and not true... This is Chaos...

Voice in the Chaos: ...Until every Anchor is revealed, laid bare in the light.

Enter the Chaos

Arrive at Chaos

Rover: I can't see where it ends. Can't tell where I am, either.

Rover: Is this the Chaos between life and death, between existence and non-existence?

Follow the moonlight

Rover: That's Iuno in the center!

Approach the mysterious entity

Clear the surrounding Dark Tide creations

Awaken Iuno

"Iuno": Iuno? You're... calling me? Are you here for me?

"Iuno": Why... would someone be looking for me?

"Iuno": I know you.

"Iuno": You are... Unwritten. A blank...

"Iuno": I will guide the Unwrittenyou with the moonlight.

"Iuno": To find more of... me.

Rover: (She responded to me... Now she's guiding me.)

Rover: (Even if it's just a trace of her, I found her. Now that fragile rope connecting her, me, and the world... is already in my hands.)

Rover: Where are you taking me?

"Iuno": Mmm... Just don't let go of my hand.

Take Iuno's hand and continue forward

Devoted Priestess: Guided by the light of fate, we walk the web of futures. Grandmother Lillibet has already prophesied her successor. Iuno, born in a lunar eclipse, will become a "prodigy" Priestess.

Questioning Priestess: Wait, Sibylla's Iuno? I know that girl... wild and dramatic. She's just won a handful of matches.

Questioning Priestess: Do you think she'll really come to Tetragon Temple? Her mother is a former Gladiator champion, and her father a famed blacksmith. She's already from a highly respectable family.

Questioning Priestess: And she is skilled with a bow. Maybe she'll just want to be the next champion, you know? She is spoiled for choice...

Devoted Priestess: The prophecy can't be wrong. Grandmother Lillibet's already seen it!

Devoted Priestess: She'll resonate with the moon's phases... That's a huge honor! Not just anyone can see fate's patterns, and she'll be able to see it more clearly than the rest of us.

Devoted Priestess: It's our duty to share visions of the future to guide Septimont and its people forward. Such glory... She won't refuse, and she shouldn't.

"Iuno": This is the past. Where my existence left its mark.

Rover: I see. Grandmother Lillibet said that the key to Anchoring lies in connection and its manifestation. Let's try to find more.

Excitable Priestess: I can't see it! It's gone after that... Gone forever... Hah! Just one desecration is enough for the ordinary...

Excitable Priestess: I just wanted to understand! To look at it! To see the blinding flames! I was so close to seeing the outcome, to tracing back the cause!

Excitable Priestess: You... you must be smarter than me, stronger than me... Tell me... Did I do it right?

Find Iuno and take her hand

Move through the gap and continue forward

"Iuno": We're nearly there.

Find Iuno and take her hand

Take Iuno's hand and continue forward

"Iuno": Let's go before Chaos catches up to us.

Startled Gladiator: Sibylla, wait!

Startled Gladiator: Are you crazy? Charging off alone is walking to your death! Think about your daughter, she's still waiting for you!

Indomitable Gladiator: Spare me your words! The entire western defense rests on us. Do you have a better plan?

Indomitable Gladiator: As for death... Of course I want to live. I fight not with death in mind, but victory!

Indomitable Gladiator: Yet, if glory and death come hand in hand, so be it. Let the bells toll, and mourn me when the time comes.

Indomitable Gladiator: Until that moment, I will not stop.

"Iuno": Is this... how it was...?

"Iuno": What's happened is done... It can't be changed.

"Iuno": Those who closed their eyes never truly saw... So, this isn't really her.

Rover: Iuno!

"Iuno": Mm, I won't let go. I don't want to let go.

Find Iuno and take her hand

Take Iuno's hand and continue forward

"Iuno": Is that...

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: What's the surprise? You're Iuno, aren't ya? Been hammerin' away at this bow for you long enough. If I couldn't call you by name now, well, that'd be a proper surprise.

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: Ha! Right you are. Why wouldn't you want it? But once you take it, what then?

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: I reckon you've heard Lillibet's prophecy, haven't you? What do you think?

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: I can't picture you as one of those serious Priestesses in the Temple... stuck in there with your scrolls and your candles and your tablets. Doesn't seem right for someone with a spirit like yours.

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: And if you really did become a Priestess... well, this bow wouldn't be of much use, would it? No time for it.

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: But you've got a gift that other Priestesses could only dream of. Such a shame to waste it... And the warriors of Septimont need their Priestesses, so do Septimont's Auguries.

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: Heh, forgetful today, are we? Didn't you say you wanted to craft a bow from your favorite Lunarum Bough?

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: Truth be told, making a bow isn't all that different from making anything else. You learn as much as you can, repeat it often enough, until you've shaped it just right.

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: From nothing to something, to its final existence... that's how it's always been, eh? But like I said, if you still want it, you'll need to gather the materials first.

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: When you've gathered enough Lunarum Bough, you'll get your bow.

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: And if you're not sure where to look for it...

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: There, see it? Just head that way and you'll see!

Walk towards the light

Rover: Lunarum Bough... that's what the blacksmith mentioned. Looks just like what was used for your bow.

"Iuno": …Mm.

Head to where the Lunarum Bough is

Sit by the Lunarum Bough

"Iuno": Chaos won't disturb us here.

Rover: Sitting just like that, huh? You're still just as... spontaneous.

"Iuno": Shh, Unwritten.

"Iuno": It's time for a rest. Come sit with me.

Rover: I've never said it properly before, and I don't know if you fully understand it now... but now that I've found you, I will bring you back. I won't stop until I do.

"Iuno": Because you said it, I believe you.

???: "Come on! Don't bore me this quickly. Show me what other tricks you've got up your sleeve."

???: "Victory? That's the only befitting outcome."

???: "Now spare me the words. I know I'll be first."

???: "This is only the beginning. Soon... I'll be an even greater warrior than Mother ever was."

???: "Getting whatever she wants, doing whatever she sets her mind to... Are you talking about me? Very well, I'll prove you right."

???: "Prodigy, you say? If you want to call me that... I'll gladly take it."

???: "But why are you so certain... that who you see is me?"

???: "That... that was..."

???: "Huh? They're gone now..."

???: "...Because this is fate's will. It has favored me more than others."

???: "...Because I can see what others cannot. Only I can see farther... But..."

Rover: You look like you're recovering.

Rover: So after experiencing and feeling all that, you need to rest... among Lunarum Boughs, to make what's Anchored become a part of you?

"Iuno": Exactly. After manifestation, this is how I can absorb more.

"Iuno": Only then can I find… a more complete me.

"Iuno": Unwritten, you... are a clever one.

Find Iuno and take her hand

Rover: We can't continue the Anchoring.

Take Iuno's hand and continue forward

Make your choice before the gate of fate

Possible Choice: "As the prophecy says, I cannot waste my talents. I will not turn a blind eye to misfortune. Since only I can do this, I'll be the one to see it through!"

Possible Choice: "A Gladiator or Priestess, what does it matter? I'll face fate and see just how far I can go!"

Possible Choice: "Let's go. Forget the prophecies, forget being a Priestess. Let's do what we truly want. If the future is a question, the answer's never in what others define."

Possible Choice: "If we don't want to walk a determined path, then let's steer clear and try something we've never even seen before."

Anchoring cannot continue.

There are countless possibilities, but what's done is done. Only one past can bring you to the present you seek.

Possible Choice: "As the prophecy says, I cannot waste my talents. I will not turn a blind eye to misfortune. Since only I can do this, I'll be the one to see it through!"

Possible Choice: "A Gladiator or Priestess, what does it matter? I'll face fate and see just how far I can go!"

Rover: The Anchoring is still working. This looks like a memory from when you became a Priestess.

"Iuno": Isn't that... the agora in Aeterna Square? I think I'd like to see it.

Continue walking towards the square

Rover: Back then, it seems you didn't mind giving prophecies. The people were much closer to you than they are now.

"Iuno": Over there. That was my divination altar.

"Iuno": They're waiting for the Priestess's words. I must... go and deliver it.

Sit on the divination altar with Iuno

Find Iuno and take her hand

Iuno: Not bad. You even bothered to learn my name.

Iuno: Hmm? What's this about? How dreadfully complicated... But I suppose I can't fault your luck, finding your way to me.

Iuno: They say a Priestess can't see everything, but when she does, she's always right. But I'm different. I can see everything, and I'm always right.

Iuno: Even when I'm not in the Temple bathed in flame, I've more than enough power to see your future. So far, nothing's happened that I didn't already foresee.

Iuno: Oh? That's alright. I hope you're okay with me freestyling it then.

Iuno: What? I see... a void?

Iuno: The Unwritten One. Why is that familiar... Who exactly are you?

Iuno: Rover? You... why are you here? Isn't this... Aeterna Square?

Iuno: Did something happen in Septimont? Is it Augusta or the others? No, that's impossible... I should've disappeared by now. Why do I feel so tired? Like I'm walking the same path, over and over again without end...

Iuno: Why do I see so many memories from the past? My mother, the other Priestesses... and you. You've done something for me, haven't you?

Rover: Yes. We're in the Chaos now.

Iuno: But you shouldn't be here. Neither should I. Why haven't I disappeared completely?

Rover: Why did you sacrifice yourself? Why did you just leave without a word? Was this really the outcome the most gifted Priestess chose for herself?

Iuno: Because this was the best I could do for Septimont.

Iuno: Destruction, failure, oblivion... the Dark Tide devours everything you can imagine. The Gryphons can't escape it. The Gladiators can't defeat it. In the blink of an eye, before we could even react, it had already enveloped everything.

Iuno: I knew it from the start.

Iuno: I knew three years ago, I would turn everything I am into the Moon Arrow that would pin down the Sovereign. I just didn't know when that day would come, or if it would be enough...

Iuno: Until I saw you. You, the one who stood between me and the manipulating hand behind everything. Just like the faint light I once saw in the future.

Rover: Whether it's because of the void I carry, or whatever else it may be, I still remember you. Your place in this world isn't over yet.

Rover: I'm taking you out of this realm of Chaos.

Iuno: You...

Iuno: Seems like I missed something. Something I didn't foresee. So, the Unwritten One from the future isn't happy with the ending I've changed and wants to rewrite it...

Iuno: The battle's still undecided. The war isn't finished yet, is that it?

Rover: Yes. You traded your existence to alter the prophecy. But I'll Anchor your existence and rewrite your ending.

Rover: If I've ever guided you before, then now, let me guide you one more time.

Iuno: Really?

Iuno: I'll entrust myself to you, then.

Iuno: But be careful, Rover. Don't get lost in the Chaos. And I shall put my best foot forward as well... We shall meet at the very end.

Rover: Wait... Am I Iuno now?

Gladiator Harelius: My squad and I were once ambushed in Cassos. A monstrous Tacet Discord never seen before appeared in the Dark Tide.

Gladiator Harelius: I seek guidance on what comes next. Will we have the strength to battle it?

Rover: (Are these the types of visions Iuno sees?)

Rover: (A Priestess would probably relay her visions as they were, without any omissions or additions.)

Gladiator Harelius: ...The beast falls, and we are cheering. Its eye is pierced by a spear, its horn is broken... So that's its weak spot. Is that the key to our victory?

Gladiator Harelius: Thank you, Priestess Iuno! Your words put my mind at ease.

Gladiator Harelius: Can I... come see you again once it's all over?

Infatuated Samara: Priestess Iuno? I'm here with a bracelet my betrothed gave me.

Infatuated Samara: I feel like it best captures his feelings for me.

Infatuated Samara: Perhaps... our future together will be one of true love? Where we grow old together?

Rover: (Pain or conflict... confusion, shattered hopes... They don't look that old. Not much time has passed... Is that their child?)

Rover: (A happy ending gives peace. A painful one serves as a warning. Both hold meaning. The rest... is in her hands.)

Infatuated Samara: ...You're saying we won't be together forever? That it ends... badly? Are you sure you're not mistaken?

Infatuated Samara: We met at the academy, how could we drift apart? I... I don't believe it. Surely there's some explanation?

Infatuated Samara: You said we had a child. Maybe he was just going on a trip. Maybe it wasn't a permanent separation.

Infatuated Samara: What matters is that we're in love now. Whatever comes, I don't want to let him go.

Infatuated Samara: And thank you, Priestess Iuno. No matter what, thank you.

Clever Nikolas: Don't be so hasty to dismiss me. What if the trick I wish to pull off is against fate itself?

Clever Nikolas: Have you never questioned whether it could be deceived or defied?

Clever Nikolas: I speak of fate, of course.

Clever Nikolas: These figurines I brought were crafted by my family for me and my brother, as a rite of passage. They're made in our likeness.

Clever Nikolas: We're twins, but we walked two very different paths. Me, books and knowledge, and him, weapons and strength.

Clever Nikolas: By chance, I learned my brother's fate in Tetragon Temple. Destined to die this summer at the hands of a Tacet Discord. They couldn't see my fate, so here I am now.

Clever Nikolas: I want to see whether fate will once again lead me down a path opposite my brother?

Clever Nikolas: ...So I'm right! Hahaha, see! Kyrion, my brother... What did I tell you!

Clever Nikolas: You've shown me my end. I will live to become an old man. That means this summer I won't die.

Clever Nikolas: What if I take Kyrion's place in the battle? And he plays the part of Nikolas, sailing across the seas? I'll confuse the whole world, even fate itself...

Innocent Maia: Wow, you're amazing! I can tell you're different from all the other Priestesses!

Innocent Maia: Look, Grandpa made this bottle. Can you see where he went? And what did he turn into?

Innocent Maia: I want to find him quickly. He left so fast... he must've forgotten to tell me!

Innocent Maia: I see. The Priestesses at the Temple said they saw the same thing.

Innocent Maia: Yes. Grandpa was really sick and he... died.

Innocent Maia: But it's okay! He made me promise that if he ever wasn't here anymore, I'd put all my tears in this bottle.

Innocent Maia: One day when the tears dry up, we'll see each other again!

Innocent Maia: So I don't cry anymore. I'm worried it'll take a really, really long time to see him again... Just how long exactly? What will Grandpa look like then?

Rover: Wait... I see a flicker of light in the dark. It's one of your favorite things... it's...

Innocent Maia: A butterfly! I love butterflies!

Rover: Yes. When your tears dry, your grandfather will return to you as a butterfly. When he does, you'll know it's him.

Innocent Maia: Thank you! Priestess, I knew you could do it... Even if nobody else believed me, I just knew there would be someone who could see!

Walk down the divination altar with Iuno

Move through the crowd and continue forward

Rover: Let's rest here, one more time.

Rover: Anchor these memories and connections. Make them a part of you.

Find Iuno and take her hand

Sit next to the Lunarum Bough with Iuno

Iuno: I can see further than anyone else. I can see things no one else can...

Iuno: I've seen things others can't begin to imagine.

Iuno: So why... why, at the moment I should've seen the clearest, did I close my eyes and shut it out?

Iuno: I was so close... If I hadn't... closed my eyes...

Iuno: I would've learned the causal chain, and I could've stopped it.

Iuno: After that, I decided to keep my eyes wide open, no matter the cost.

Iuno: I'll sit at the crossroads of fate. I'll stare into what's to come and not flinch, be it joyful, tragic, rebirth, destruction...

Iuno: Until I see it all. Until I know everything.

Iuno: Because I'm stronger than anyone else. This is something only I can do. But—

Gladiator Harelius: "If the Priestess's prophecies were really perfect, we could avoid all misfortune..."

Clever Nikolas: "If there is such a thing as fate, then misfortunes cannot be avoided..."

Infatuated Samara: "Just because you know the outcome, doesn't mean the journey isn't worth it!"

Disillusioned Maia: "If life is destined to follow a predetermined path, does it even matter if we know our fate?"

Iuno: After all I see... could I ever answer what they hope of me?

Iuno: Does glimpsing one's fate really matter?

"Iuno": Unwritten... You are as sharp as ever.

"Iuno": Seeing is simple. But facing what you see isn't.

"Iuno": In your eyes, I see my past self. I also see my present self. Together, they overlap to create a more complete version of me.

Find Iuno and take her hand

Rover: We can't continue the Anchoring.

Take Iuno's hand and continue forward

???: Still giving prophecies, Iuno?

Augusta: Like the first time we met on the plains, you told me you saw a glory as bright as the sun. One that would earn me respect.

Augusta: Truth be told, I didn't think much of your words back then.

Augusta: When I want something, no one's permission is needed. Nothing could stand between me and my goal.

Augusta: When the prophecy came true though, I found it... unsatisfying.

Augusta: Imagine thinking you are the master of your own fate, only to learn, for better or for worse, everything you are is part of fate's design.

Augusta: It's as if fate chips away at the untamed part of you, turning you from a wolf into a caged rabbit.

Augusta: Don't mistake me. I don't dismiss the value of prophecy.

Augusta: Seeing the outcome gives us insight. Prophecies allow us to envision the future and find better ways to face it.

Augusta: In every one of Septimont's Auguries, the Priestesses foresaw disasters that would befall the land, but also the hero who would rise up to face it.

Augusta: Like the people of Septimont, I too have been blessed by prophecy. But in the end, whether disaster is averted or who the hero is... those choices are never ours.

Augusta: If we are nothing more than fate's puppets, what difference does it make if we can see its hand?

Augusta: If fate one day wills our annihilation, with no way to change it, what then is the role of a Priestess?

Augusta: Last night, Grandmother Lillibet told me another Septimont Augury had emerged. This one revealed a future unseen, a warning long overdue...

Augusta: An unknown disaster that would bring about the end of Septimont.

Augusta: The vision was unclear. The Priestess couldn't discern the cause of the disaster, nor could they see the hero who would rise up to stop it.

Augusta: The Senate prefers to wait, believing the solution will reveal itself in time. But I must consider the darker possibility.

Augusta: I know that you'd rather be out there dealing with living, breathing people than confined to the Temple to await some grand future. You, too, are tired of the Senate's rules and the Priestesses' chains.

Augusta: But as a prodigy in prophecy, you should see further than Lillibet or any of the other Priestesses.

Augusta: Would you dare, with no direction, no clues, and not a single focus item, gaze upon Septimont's end and trace its cause?

Possible Choice: "So be it. I'll make this prophecy's ending my answer."

Possible Choice: "End or future... If I can break through the maze and find the Hero of Heroes they could not, I won't need to worry about the meaning of what I see. I will be the meaning I see."

Possible Choice: "Countless souls have come to me for prophecies, and I've never held back. But in the end, all I do is relay what I see, down to the smallest detail."

Possible Choice: "Whether I intervene or not, what's destined to happen will come to pass. If we are but fate's puppets, what difference does it make if we see the future?"

Anchoring cannot continue.

There are countless possibilities, but what's done is done. Only one past can bring you to the present you seek.

Talk to Augusta

Possible Choice: "So be it. I'll make this prophecy's ending my answer."

Possible Choice: "End or future... If I can break through the maze and find the Hero of Heroes they could not, I won't need to worry about the meaning of what I see. I will be the meaning I see."

Find Iuno and take her hand

Rover: Once again, I repeat Iuno's past choice.

Observe the surroundings and walk around

"Iuno": I don't know, but something about it is different.

"Iuno": I must've been there before and done something... something important.

"Iuno": None of the other places felt like this.

Find Iuno and take her hand

Defeat the manifestations of Chaos

"Iuno": It's Chaos. It found us.

"Iuno": Those things... are manifestations of Chaos.

"Iuno": I... I remember now.

"Iuno": This place is where it all began.

"Iuno": It's also where it ended...

"Iuno": It's okay... Run...

"Iuno": Go there...

Rover: Go there? The Dark Tide is starting to surge...

Rover: Have to get there before I'm swallowed too.

Enter the ruins

Rover: (Manifestations of Chaos... Where is it taking Iuno? How can I find her?)

Rover: (Iuno wanted to come here... What did she remember? What's different about this place? When she said it's where it ended... does that mean it's the way out?)

Rover: (Did Iuno leave these lights to guide me?)

Investigate around and look for clues

Gladiator Ethan: "Those cursed creatures! If it weren't for the Dark Tide... we would've killed them all already!"

Gladiator Aurora: "We couldn't activate the Anchor Stone before they destroyed it. Now it's over, everything's ruined..."

Gladiator Ethan: "Harelius, we shouldn't have come here. We've lost everything. The Priestess saw it all... What in bloody skies made her insist on coming with us?"

Investigate further

Investigate around and look for more clues

Rover: (This calcification is severe. Such corruption... the Dark Tide's surge just now wouldn't be enough to cause this.)

Rover: (Could this be connected to the important event Iuno mentioned before she was taken?)

Gladiator Harelius: "First David and Lilian, then Ari, Vincentius, Perla... Now even Anassa. Please, Iuno, weren't you able to help us before?"

Gladiator Harelius: "Just like when you told us to use a spear against the Tacet Discord, help us see something again! You must be able to see something..."

Gladiator Ethan: "All of us, doomed to die? If that's true, why did you come with us... just to watch us die?!"

Gladiator Aurora: "No, the Dark Tide's corruption is spread too wide. It's covering their retreat, we can't catch them. The moonlight offered us some illumination, but—"

Gladiator Aurora: "Now it too... is being swallowed by the Dark Tide!"

Continue exploring

Investigate around and look for more clues

Rover: Looks familiar... A Priestess's candelabrum？

Rover: How did it get so damaged?

Iuno: Why? Why... why?!

Iuno: Hundreds of days and nights spent in fate's embrace, staring at the end.

Iuno: I tried to see everything, missing nothing... but not once did I see a single future where Septimont still stands.

Iuno: So, this is the answer you give me—

Iuno: To know our inevitable doom, then tell the people of Septimont to wait for it, accept it, and even be grateful?

Struggling Gladiator: Priestess, what more do you hope to achieve?

Infatuated Samara: Priestess, what more can you do?

Clever Nikolas: Haven't you... already seen it all, plain as day?

Confident Priestess: Haven't you seen it countless times already?

Disillusioned Maia: Haven't you already viewed the answer?

Iuno: Yes, I saw it. A clear, undeniable future. I know... all I need to do is convince myself this is the final answer...

Iuno: But... how could I ever accept it?

Iuno: How could I be content?

Iuno: With our very existence being denied like this?

Iuno: Who are you to decide Septimont's fate?

Iuno: Certainty... is just the narrow boundary fate sets for us. The immeasurable, the free... That is where our dignity lies!

Iuno: A mouthpiece, a silent witness... Heh, if this is what you expect of me...

Iuno: I'll raise my bow and turn fate into a storm of possibility!

Iuno: If, just once, I can prove you are not fixed, then will this so-called "end" even—

Gladiator Harelius: Wait, Priestess Iuno... Are you really going to stand with us against the Dark Tide?

Gladiator Harelius: You've already... seen how it ends, haven't you?

Iuno: Of course.

Iuno: I'm doing this because it's what I want.

Iuno: The answer I seek is one only I can give.

Continue forward and leave the ruins

Approach the Lunarum Bough

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: Look at you, a mortal from the real world stumbling into Chaos. What else would you be here for, if not to take something back with you？

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: Also, with that thing on your wrist there... Isn't it clear? That's how she's been connected to you all this time. Only Anchoring explains that.

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: As for your second question, that's even stranger.

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: What is it you expect to hear then, mmm?

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: I'm a blacksmith, long dead. Once a forger of weapons.

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: A father to a daughter.

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: Aye. But just like the question of who I am, that's not the point.

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: What matters isn't me, but you. Isn't that right?

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: You noticed, didn't you? The more you rested near the Lunarum Boughs, the more memories and connections manifested into reality. Iuno's specter became more real, and the Boughs grew.

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: But now, Chaos has that specter. After all, it was never truly Iuno, was it? But the Lunarum Bough, that's what the two of you built along the way.

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: There'll be no more doors to choose from. You can keep the Bough and take it back with you. Find a new specter to follow. As long as you have it with you, that should be enough.

Rover: We were gathering Lunarum Boughs to forge the bow.

Rover: Just like... I came here only to Anchor her and bring her back.

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: If you cut it here, all your previous Anchoring will be for nothing. You might have to start over many times, with things going even less smoothly. Are you willing?

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: Not to mention, being trapped in Chaos for so long... There's a chance she's already forgotten her will to fight.

Rover: Forgotten... to fight? I don't know who you think she is, but the Iuno I know is not someone to give in so easily.

Rover: She promised we'd meet at the end. As long as Iuno needs a bow, I'll be the one to carry it for her.

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: Ha, I always thought you followed the light's guidance. Now I see, you reached this point because the light followed you.

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: How could I forget? The greatest archery isn't about hitting the target every time. It's about letting the arrow choose the mark. Wherever it lands, that's where destiny awaits.

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: I've said it before. I forge weapons. If you still want it, I'll forge the bow for you.

Bow-Forging Blacksmith: Come then. Let's do it.

Iuno: This is...

Iuno: Cough...

???: Iuno... Priestess Iuno...

Iuno: This again... My head's spinning, my arms and legs... It's like I'm underwater. So heavy...

Iuno: I saw Rover... at the divination altar at the agora... And then...

???: Go back, Priestess Iuno.

Iuno: Harelius? What are you doing here? Didn't Chaos just take me?

Iuno: This place must be... where I gave my last prophecy three years ago. At the end of the spring basin, where the Dark Tide surged!

Gladiator Harelius: Priestess Iuno, we're already indebted to you for accompanying us on this journey.

Gladiator Harelius: But you've seen how it ends. Our squad is doomed... The others and I are fated to fall here. There's no need for you to risk your own life any longer.

Gladiator Harelius: Return to Tetragon Temple. That's where you should be. I too... will go where I should be.

Iuno: ...Words fit for the abyss. Don't you dare underestimate me.

Iuno: Where to go, what path to take... That's something only I decide!

Support the Gladiators in the depths of the Dark Tide

Defeat the Dark Tide creations

Weak Gladiator: Are you... the Priestess Harelius spoke of?

Exhausted Gladiator: Thank you... Back there, closer to the surge... They need...

Iuno: Don't push yourself. After what you've just been through, it's enough that you're still on your feet.

Iuno: Treat your wounds first. Leave the backup to me.

Support the Gladiators in the depths of the Dark Tide

Injured Gladiator: Th-thank you... I feel much better. I can still—

Iuno: Definitely not. You're too wounded. Before worrying about them, make sure they don't need to worry about you.

Iuno: I know what you're planning. I'll go in your stead.

Reach the end of the battlefield

Iuno: Cowardly, blighted bastards! Always hiding in the Dark Tide...

Iuno: Then I'll send you right back into it!

Protect the Gladiators on the field

Gladiator Harelius: Ugh... Cough, cough... Priestess Iuno, thank you...

Gladiator Harelius: You... And all of us... Have done well...

Iuno: I will not let you fall!

Iuno: This is pure torture... How can I let it end like this again...

Eliminate the Dark Tide creations

Iuno: Look closely. Before you isn't a moon the Dark Tide can devour...

Iuno: It is a moon I command!

Iuno: I made myself the arrow so you will answer to me! No escape. No retreat. No way out!

Talk to Iuno

Iuno: Yes. We've come out of the Chaos between life and death, between existence and non-existence.

Iuno: There aren't any guiding traces, no visions of fate's hand. It's just you and me and... our own grasp of what's to come.

Iuno: Yes. Stretching as far as the eye can see, an infinite... void. More vast than what I saw within you, or anything I glimpsed in the future.

Iuno: So this is what our changed ending looks like?

Iuno: No longer an indeterminate chaos, or a singular answer given by someone... but an infinite sea of possibility awaiting choice.

Iuno: It seems like there's nothing, but in truth, there's everything. So this is the true meaning of a void.

Iuno: Now... it's time to leave this place.

Leave the Chaos and return to the real world

Rover: Wait... Why is it only me?

Rover: Where's Iuno?!

Rover: (The way into Chaos has closed. Lillibet's not here either. Did the Anchoring fail? Or is it not over yet?)

Rover: (But Iuno and I made it to the very end. Does this mean... this is the new ending I created?)

Ride the Wingray and return to the Hunter's Den

For a moment, you can't quite tell...

Were those times with Iuno real... or just a dream?

Return to the Hunter's Den

Find Grandmother Lillibet

Rover: (I don't see Lillibet anywhere. I'll ask those Priestesses over there.)

Talk to the Priestess and ask about the situation

Doubtful Priestess: Don't you think it's odd? Even if we can't see the next part of Septimont's Auguries, it still shouldn't be such a white blank?

Surprised Priestess: Yes, it's like there's a whole new part to the story... Huh? Wait, aren't you who they call the Unwritten One?

Doubtful Priestess: She returned not long ago. She was here just now... Oh, I think I know where she went. Underground.

Doubtful Priestess: I don't know why, but things just keep happening today.

Doubtful Priestess: Apparently, that Avidius locked up below overheard the Priestesses talking about some prophecy and escaped, just like that.

Doubtful Priestess: I think Lillibet must've gone to handle the situation.

Surprised Priestess: No, that's not it. Avidius wasn't being locked up. He chose to stay here. If he wanted to leave, Lillibet wouldn't worry about him.

Surprised Priestess: I think she was called away to the celebration?

Surprised Priestess: Ah yes, I saw a girl with two blue... or was it black, ponytails. Grandmother Lillibet went to the celebration with her.

Rover: Do you know... who Iuno is?

Surprised Priestess: Iuno? I don't think I've heard that name before. Do you mean that's the girl we're talking about?

Surprised Priestess: Apologies, I didn't have a good look at her...

Doubtful Priestess: We've only just become Priestesses. There is much we still don't know about this land. Maybe she was Iuno?

Doubtful Priestess: If it's important, perhaps you might try looking for her at the celebration?

Ceremonial Officer Bruno: Drinks, fine food, orations... The Rosebearers milling about... Yes, everything is just perfect! Hm, Rover?

Ceremonial Officer Bruno: I was just saying how the celebration is nearing its most glorious part. You've come here... for more petals to hand out?

Ceremonial Officer Bruno: Or would you like me to recommend another interesting part of the ceremony?

Ceremonial Officer Bruno: Ah... the name has a lovely ring to it, but I'm afraid I don't.

Ceremonial Officer Bruno: In a celebration this grand, it's easy to get separated... I'll keep an eye out for her for you.

Veteran Elder: Oh, it's Rover, eh? How've you been holding up?

Veteran Elder: Hmm, let me think. Plenty of fresh faces here. But dark blue ponytails... Ah, I think I saw a girl like that!

Return to the celebration

Valiant Gladiator: Come on over! Toast!

Outspoken Gladiator: Let's drink till we drop!

Worried Noble: We should just live in the moment and enjoy what we have now...

Helpful Noble: That's more like it!

Ceremonial Officer Bruno: Come, triumphant rain of petals...

Ceremonial Officer Bruno: Make it even grander...

Rover: (Didn't you tell me we would meet at the very end? Then why can't I find you...)

Iuno: I could hear your voice from a distance, "Iuno, Iuno!" Wasn't that it?

Iuno: I thought you'd like this, us slipping back into our old, familiar rhythm... Now you know I'm still me. And yes, I really am back.

Iuno: It's just like you saw at the end of the Chaos. Three years ago, at the end of the spring basin swallowed by the Dark Tide, I, as a Priestess, made my choice.

Iuno: I was so done with just being dragged along by the moon's whims... So I defied fate, severed the path, and became the arrow that struck at destiny itself.

Iuno: After that, I lost the ability to see clear visions of the future, but in return, I gained the power to anchor the Dark Tide's creations.

Iuno: With that, the last prophecy I saw changed slightly. In a squad doomed to fall, one survived—Harelius.

Iuno: If I can do it once, then I can do it a second time, then a third... Perhaps one day, I can overturn more destined futures.

Iuno: Since fate didn't prepare a Hero of Heroes, we decided to eliminate the need for one by taking on the disaster at its source—the Sovereign and the Paradise.

Iuno: Anyway, all the Septimontians who were supposed to die are still alive. The end I once foresaw has changed. The meaning of this has already transcended my own existence.

Iuno: So then, even if every trace of my "existence" was erased, who can say that the altered fate I left behind isn't proof of my existence?

Iuno: More importantly, I had the privilege of standing by your side to witness what lies beyond the end. The void. An unwritten... void. Perhaps it signifies the unimaginable possibilities yet to come.

Iuno: Why, sacrificing myself? Or just trying something I'm not sure about?

Iuno: Come now, you know me... I follow my whims. And the more I trust someone, the harder it is to keep my impulses in check.

Iuno: I'm not one to make promises I can't keep, but I'll promise you this... if there is a next time, you'll be the first to know.

Iuno: And when I do, you'll get the full story. No holding back.

Iuno: I've run into a few friends since being back. Not one of them recognized me.

Iuno: Guess the memory of the Iuno they once knew is just... the price we had to pay.

Iuno: But, at least... you still remember me. You pulled me from the Chaos and brought me back to existence. That's enough.

Iuno: Oh, I'm certain Augusta and I, along with the rest of them, will be thick as thieves again, this time creating new futures. You really shouldn't underestimate my charm!

Iuno: Oh yes, and this bracelet...

Iuno: This is the second time I've given this to you. Never mind the first time, but I wouldn't refuse a second time, if I were you.

Iuno: Hmph, bashful? Hardly! If you blurt it out, it would cause quite a stir. All that explaining would be too much hassle.

Iuno: Besides, to them, I am... quite the anomaly. If the truth came out, the first reaction would be shock.

Iuno: Well, then again, this is a perfect opportunity to start anew.

Iuno: In Septimont, it would be a crime to miss the height of the celebration.

Iuno: After fighting side by side, we share honey and wine under a rain of petals, drinking to our hearts' content... Surely you've heard of this little tradition of ours, haven't you, Unwritten One?

Iuno: Come on, let's go. Together... to be drenched in those rose petals that smell of glory and triumph.