I have seen such beautiful sights in the far lands. Great fortresses, untouchable by the hands of adventurer's for reasons beyond my comprehension. The moments I spend in Eorzea pass like the fleeting seconds of the clock tower's second hand. The sky grows darker...
The red moon seethes with hatred. We shall all face it, one way or another.
Siaun, I pray you are ready to fight by my side. For before me, you may fall, and apart from me, your confidence cannot slip. I am relieved to see you practice your magic. The Ancient tomes will teach you powerful chants.
I need not explain to you farther the desperateness of these lands cries. You've heard them in the wood, and in the rock. Pray my sister, the Twelve will save us. If only to shield the strong, so be it.
Pray hard, all of Eorzea. We need a place in the heart's of all. Face the truth. The land will soon be forever changed. Find a safe place for your loved ones, keep their memories close to heart. Take them with you when the time comes...
Then lock them all away to keep the evil of this land from ever reaching it! Fight Eorzea! Fight for the land, the love and the memories! So that they may live, for the later! So that they may carry on! For their memory of you, might just be, the path to salvation.... /pray...
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