The ship glided out of the harbor, slowly gathering speed as its sails caught the brisk coastal breeze. Standing atop the quay wall with their father, Alphinaud and Alisaie bore witness to the vessel’s departure—watched as Louisoix Leveilleur, their beloved grandsire, was carried away across the sea. “And then he was gone.” Alphinaud’s voice was
White and red . A Flurry of petals, falling upwards into the Sky. Like Rain returning to the Clouds . Please come back to me, Father. Please … Incense and Unguent. I CAN not Breathe … She Waited for the Telltale Rise and fall of His chest. Eyes closed, he Looked as Though he WAS asleep. Almost. I am not ready
The battle was over, but none could say that peace had returned to Carteneau. The lesser moon—and the winged abomination that burst from its belly—had visited devastation on the once-fertile flats, leaving naught but a scarred wasteland for as far as the eye could see. Matron have mercy… I have died and gone to the
Nanamo watched from her private terrace as the Immortal Flames filed out of Ul’dah. The host left the city via the Gate of Thal─an egress symbolizing passage into the afterlife─in hopes of cheating death upon the battlefield. Crowds had gathered for the occasion, their boisterous cheers resounding through the sultanate, but Nanamo did not hear
We are lost, thought Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn. Immured for eons and free at last, the primal Bahamut laid waste to the Carteneau Flats, burning Eorzeans and Garleans alike. But I will find a way. Tearing her gaze away from the bloody churn, she bit down gently on her tongue—an old commanders’ trick—and despite the ash-laden air,
