Guns and Vines

Take out that Forsaken guy first, the Filthoids are following his lead!

Vic, Monica... hang in there. We're coming.

(Alright, that's one down. Time to find the rest.)

(Looks like destroying the Phoxichor tank knocked everything offline.)

These beasts... They killed everyone...

(...No!)

(They're waiting for me... I can't let these Filthoids drag me down!)

...

...Simon!

...Captain! Thank god... you're here...

Quick... the rail tracks... Everyone is trapped by the Filthoids there... Go save them...

And... be careful out there, Captain...

...Ma... the Filthoids are feasting on my leg... It hurts so much...

...Ma... it hurts...

Hang in there, Simon!

...

Simon! Are you still with me?

...

Since you're so full of courage, why don't you come to the front yourself?

...

...

...Hello?

Do you copy? I'm Daphne Theodore, the Medic of Squad Griffins.

...Mors? Is that you? Why aren't you saying anything? Are you hurt?

Where are you!? I'll seek permission and come for you right away...

I... I just need to hear the voices of my squad. I'm okay. How is everyone on your side?

The Snow Wolves have joined us. We're safe here for now. What about you?

...I... I'm okay. I need to go, I should continue the mission.

Please be careful... I'll see you in Dismania.

...

...

...Hello?

Do you copy? I'm Daphne Theodore, the Medic of Squad Griffins.

...Mors? Is that you? Why aren't you saying anything? Are you hurt?

Where are you!? I'll seek permission and come for you right away...

I... I just need to hear the voices of my squad. I'm okay. How is everyone on your side?

The Snow Wolves have joined us. We're safe here for now. What about you?

...I... I'm okay. I need to go, I should continue the mission.

Please be careful... I'll see you in Dismania.

Hang in there! The captain's on the way!

The Forsakens grabbed us from our homes and forced us to help rebuild this fortress. They left the Solas in peace and only took the Charons...

Captain! Captain, over here!

Oh, Captain! My dear Captain!! You finally came for us!! Something's gone wrong with our comm channels and we couldn't get in touch with anyone. Simon's gone out looking for help.

I was just trying to get everyone to keep it together, told them how good you are and how you're gonna come flying in and get everyone out of this mess.

Captain, did you come alone? Did you see Simon?

He's dead.

...!! He... He's the smartest among us. How come...?

Now is not the time to dwell on Simon. We need to focus on this battle and surviving.

...

...You're right... He didn't risk his life going out there to look for help so that we could end up here like crybabies.

Get going once you're ready. I ran into Commander Avar on my way here. We plan to join them at Turret 4.

Turret 4? Are you sure about that, Captain? That's pretty far, and god knows how many Filthoids there are along the way. There aren't many of us... Can we make it?

There's actually another way...

Shut up, Charon.

Who are they?

The Forsakens. We captured them on the way.

...Your pet Filthoids killed a close buddy of mine. Reminded me just now, I ought to carve a few holes in you to honour his memory.

Stop it.

We should keep the captives alive. We need to take them back for interrogation in the Imperial Prison.

...Sir.

If sacrificing one Charon can quell your anger, then take me. But first, please, let me explain...

Come back, Katya! Don't be silly!

Sir, we may be Charons but we are not part of The Forsakens. We're just ordinary folk living in a town nearby.

You can't be serious, The Forsakens are enslaving their own people?

...

Mr Frank saved my life.

Just a few days ago, I had to take a break because my stomach was acting up, but those Forsaken rotters whipped me dozens of times and left me for dead. It was Mr Frank who gave me water, food, and this ragged robe to cover me up.

I would have died if not for Mr Frank. So if you must shoot him, could you please shoot me instead? He just wants to help, because none of us can forgive what The Forsakens did to us.

The sewer tunnels are like a maze. You'd easily get lost without help. The Forsakens always get Mr Frank to fix the sewer valves, so he knows the place like the back of his hand. Let him live and he'll get you where you need to go.

Alright. Marco, lower your gun, Holster it, that's an order.

Leon, frisk him.

Yes, sir!

...

Just a few days ago, I had to take a break because my stomach was acting up, but those Forsaken rotters whipped me dozens of times and left me for dead. It was Mr Frank who gave me water, food, and this ragged robe to cover me up.

...

No need to frisk her.

Yes, sir.

I've heard you're familiar with these sewers. Please lead the way then.

Stay alert and keep a close watch on them. If anything seems amiss, we pull out immediately.

Behave! Captain's orders, no sudden moves or funny business, alright?

But if I'm not allowed to move, how am I supposed to lead the way...?

Right, you have a point there.

There's no need to so on guard. We Charons are ordinary people too, with families we're desperate to see again.

...*sigh* Katya...

...Captain, why did you stop me!?

Not all Charons are rebels from The Forsakens, Commander Avar is a Charon, remember? And even if they are, they'd be worth more to us alive.

...An inner voice might tell you otherwise, Marco, but don't listen to it. Don't let emotions cloud your judgment.

Thank you...

You're talking to me?

Yes. You didn't let your man frisk me, and I really appreciate it, it's rare to see an Imperial officer respect the dignity of a Charon girl like me.

Your kindness will reap a just reward.

This way, sir...

Sir, we can get into the sewer tunnels from here.

You go first, Charon.

Yes, sir...

The hot steam...

Watch out! There's a condenser up ahead. You'll get hurt if you get too close!

Sir... Steam produced by the condenser is dangerous. We should not stay too long.

Huff, huff... It's so hot... Are you okay, sir?

This way, sir...

Fil...Filthoids!

The unarmed retreat behind me.

Thank you for saving our lives! It turned out not all the Imperial soldiers are...

Ah, sorry! I mean, I used to think that Imperial soldiers were no different from those Forsaken rotters. But now I know I was wrong!

Over there is... Sir Avar!

(Nice, we can safely join forces with them.)

Here it is.

The view is good. Let's bombard the central control room from here.

Damn it...

Take down the Filthoids first. Don't let them distract you!

Alright, all cleared out.

Next, let's start with the relatively thin side door.

Keep it up! Use the High-Explosive Shells!

That's our cue, move in.

Snap out of it! Keep firing!

Are you okay? Did you get hurt?

I'll be an old man by the time you break the door with that! Go back to the cannon.

Go, stay in touch, and be careful.

Vic...

Activate the Phoxynamo Wheels and set off whenever you're ready.

This way, sir...

Sir, we can get into the sewer tunnels from here.

You go first, Charon.

Yes, sir...

The hot steam...

Watch out! There's a condenser up ahead. You'll get hurt if you get too close!

Sir... Steam produced by the condenser is dangerous. We should not stay too long.

Huff, huff... It's so hot... Are you okay, sir?

This way, sir...

Fil...Filthoids!

The unarmed retreat behind me.

Thank you for saving our lives! It turned out not all the Imperial soldiers are...

Ah, sorry! I mean, I used to think that Imperial soldiers were no different from those Forsaken rotters. But now I know I was wrong!

Over there is... Sir Avar!

(Nice, we can safely join forces with them.)

This way, sir...

Sir, we can get into the sewer tunnels from here.

You go first, Charon.

Yes, sir...

The hot steam...

Watch out! There's a condenser up ahead. You'll get hurt if you get too close!

Sir... Steam produced by the condenser is dangerous. We should not stay too long.

Huff, huff... It's so hot... Are you okay, sir?

This way, sir...

Fil...Filthoids!

The unarmed retreat behind me.

Thank you for saving our lives! It turned out not all the Imperial soldiers are...

Ah, sorry! I mean, I used to think that Imperial soldiers were no different from those Forsaken rotters. But now I know I was wrong!

Over there is... Sir Avar!

(Nice, we can safely join forces with them.)

This way, sir...

Sir, we can get into the sewer tunnels from here.

You go first, Charon.

Yes, sir...

The hot steam...

Watch out! There's a condenser up ahead. You'll get hurt if you get too close!

Sir... Steam produced by the condenser is dangerous. We should not stay too long.

Huff, huff... It's so hot... Are you okay, sir?

This way, sir...

Fil...Filthoids!

The unarmed retreat behind me.

Thank you for saving our lives! It turned out not all the Imperial soldiers are...

Ah, sorry! I mean, I used to think that Imperial soldiers were no different from those Forsaken rotters. But now I know I was wrong!

Over there is... Sir Avar!

(Nice, we can safely join forces with them.)

...What did you say!? The reinforcements are delayed!?

The Forsakens sabotaged the Narwhals at the bridge. Now we're stuck here.

You expect me to storm the central control room with just two battered squads? You can't be serious, Fulvis. They've got the Hazering Messengers in there!

Messenger, shm-essenger. The Legion doesn't feed you Daimons out of kindness. This is what you're for. And you've got Mors with you, that one's just as strong as any Daimon.

The central control room is right ahead. It's less than fifty yards away from the Turret you're at.

Fifty yards further, and we can dedicate the victory to His Majesty! What's so hard about that?

...

Mors? How are things going on your side?

Simon sacrificed himself. Thanks to him, I managed to save the rest.

We also met a few Charon refugees enslaved by The Forsakens. They led us here.

Refugees? Not Forsakens rebels in disguise, I hope.

That's why I asked the soldiers to keep an eye on them. If they are indeed civilians, they'd be safer with us. If they turn out to be from the Forsakens, we'll detain them and bring them back to the capital.

In that case, the ambushing Forsakens may think twice about attacking for fear of harming their fellows. Mm, you made a smart decision.

As for this side... Our reinforcements met a problem on the way here and can't make it... And we're ordered to continue the mission.

I heard.

...Look on the bright side, the mission is almost done. Knock out everything that gets in the way, breach the central control room, insert the key, we reclaim access, and then mission accomplished. That's all that stands between us and home.

...So the first thing to do now is disable the barrier up ahead, right? How does this cannon work?

The cannon just ran out of Phoxichor primers. I was about to...

Sir! Sir!

It sounds like you need Phoxichor. I know where the nearest storage is. I can take you there.

...Okay.

And you. Come with us.

...You still don't trust me? Even after I brought you here safely?

...Fine, I'll go with you.

Here it is, sir.

Allow me to carry that for you, sir. I've done all kinds of heavy work and have great strength.

...Er, sure you don't want my help...?

The Phoxichor is beautiful, all clear and shimmering.

If only it wasn't used for killing people.

...Yeah.

That's all of them.

Sir, does that mean we're going home soon?

I hope so.

If I make it back alive, I'm going to a fashion boutique to buy all the dresses I've dreamed of.

And it would be nice to have a pair of pretty stockings, too.

The trouble is, though, we can't open the door to the central control room from the outside...

That's why you're adjusting this cannon now...

Sir, we've found some Phoxichor Canisters at a nearby warehouse, and got them connected to the remaining Phoxynamo Wheels as you instructed.

Excellent. That should be enough to move this cannon near the central control room.

This way, sir...

Sir, we can get into the sewer tunnels from here.

You go first, Charon.

Yes, sir...

The hot steam...

Watch out! There's a condenser up ahead. You'll get hurt if you get too close!

Sir... Steam produced by the condenser is dangerous. We should not stay too long.

Huff, huff... It's so hot... Are you okay, sir?

This way, sir...

Fil...Filthoids!

The unarmed retreat behind me.

Thank you for saving our lives! It turned out not all the Imperial soldiers are...

Ah, sorry! I mean, I used to think that Imperial soldiers were no different from those Forsaken rotters. But now I know I was wrong!

Over there is... Sir Avar!

(Nice, we can safely join forces with them.)

...What did you say!? The reinforcements are delayed!?

The Forsakens sabotaged the Narwhals at the bridge. Now we're stuck here.

You expect me to storm the central control room with just two battered squads? You can't be serious, Fulvis. They've got the Hazering Messengers in there!

Messenger, shm-essenger. The Legion doesn't feed you Daimons out of kindness. This is what you're for. And you've got Mors with you, that one's just as strong as any Daimon.

The central control room is right ahead. It's less than fifty yards away from the Turret you're at.

Fifty yards further, and we can dedicate the victory to His Majesty! What's so hard about that?

...

Mors? How are things going on your side?

Simon sacrificed himself. Thanks to him, I managed to save the rest.

We also met a few Charon refugees enslaved by The Forsakens. They led us here.

Refugees? Not Forsakens rebels in disguise, I hope.

That's why I asked the soldiers to keep an eye on them. If they are indeed civilians, they'd be safer with us. If they turn out to be from the Forsakens, we'll detain them and bring them back to the capital.

In that case, the ambushing Forsakens may think twice about attacking for fear of harming their fellows. Mm, you made a smart decision.

As for this side... Our reinforcements met a problem on the way here and can't make it... And we're ordered to continue the mission.

I heard.

...Look on the bright side, the mission is almost done. Knock out everything that gets in the way, breach the central control room, insert the key, we reclaim access, and then mission accomplished. That's all that stands between us and home.

...So the first thing to do now is disable the barrier up ahead, right? How does this cannon work?

The cannon just ran out of Phoxichor primers. I was about to...

Sir! Sir!

It sounds like you need Phoxichor. I know where the nearest storage is. I can take you there.

...Okay.

And you. Come with us.

...You still don't trust me? Even after I brought you here safely?

...Fine, I'll go with you.

Here it is, sir.

Allow me to carry that for you, sir. I've done all kinds of heavy work and have great strength.

...Er, sure you don't want my help...?

The Phoxichor is beautiful, all clear and shimmering.

If only it wasn't used for killing people.

...Yeah.

That's all of them.

Sir, does that mean we're going home soon?

I hope so.

If I make it back alive, I'm going to a fashion boutique to buy all the dresses I've dreamed of.

And it would be nice to have a pair of pretty stockings, too.

The trouble is, though, we can't open the door to the central control room from the outside...

That's why you're adjusting this cannon now...

Sir, we've found some Phoxichor Canisters at a nearby warehouse, and got them connected to the remaining Phoxynamo Wheels as you instructed.

Excellent. That should be enough to move this cannon near the central control room.

This is... a relay. Anyway, just turn off one first.

Freeze!

The water won't go down!

Let's get through from the side.

Access granted. Please proceed.

Eh? It's blocked. Seems like we need to take a detour...

The switch doesn't work, maybe I should activate the connected Phoxynamo Wheel first.

(...Gotta turn it on quickly.)

Go activate the Phoxynamo Wheels once you're ready.

(These cables should lead me to the Phoxynamo Wheels.)

That's amazing...

(Found it. Gotta activate it now.)

They refer to this place as a "Simulated Battlefield," saying that... "The theme this time is the Defence of Icelake City."

I heard that this Icelake City is covered in snow, something that I've never seen in my entire life... How I wish I could go there and see it myself!

...I mean, if, by any chance, I could make it out alive.

(Done.)

Back-up Phoxynamo Wheel No.1 is ready. Now activate it.

Well done. I'll unlock the control authority for the remaining three Phoxynamo Wheels.

Activate them once the yellow light is on.

(The light is on. Looks like Sir Avar has made it on his side.)

WARNING: Phoxichor tank is overloaded by 50%. Please shut down the Phoxynamo Wheels immediately; unauthorized departure is not permitted.

(...I need to hurry up.)

No.3 is also ready. Go get it!

(Phew...)

Quick and clean! Well done, kid.

The control authority is unlocked. This is the last one!

WARNING: Phoxichor tank sabotage detected. Anyone held responsible should confess your crime.

Run! Get behind the safety door!

WARNING: Phoxichor tank sabotage detected. Anyone held responsible should confess your crime.

Exactly. They exploit us because Charons are stronger and withstand extreme heat and cold better than Solas. You may think we're the same as The Forsakens, but they've never accepted us as their own.

Exactly. But the power to the entire fortress has been cut off, we need to get this thing there.

Let's get the Phoxynamo Wheels up and running, it should bring this sector back online.

Turret's aligned. The Sim Battlefield's powered up as well.

Let's head to the control panel, I'll open the gate with you.

Simulation successfully overwritten. Reboot in progress.

Test environment: Icelake, Cocytus. Gate unlocked. Training personnel, standby.

The gate's open. Let's get back to the turret.

(Locked and loaded.)

Mors! Thank goodness you're safe.

I found this on Vic. Thought you should have it.

His identity disc...

"Monica, next time, I'm beating you at the shooting range." ...Heh. Haha... That idiot. What kind of farewell is that...

If I'd known he'd be that petty... maybe I would've let him win...

...Monica. We've got another fight ahead. Stay sharp.

I... Yes, sir. And thank you... for bringing this back.

Watch your six!

Stay alert, they're coming from all sides.

Nice shot!

That's their leader, bring it down!

Nice work. You've got a real talent for demolitions.

That's our cue, move in.

Exactly. They exploit us because Charons are stronger and withstand extreme heat and cold better than Solas. You may think we're the same as The Forsakens, but they've never accepted us as their own.

Exactly. But the power to the entire fortress has been cut off, we need to get this thing there.

Let's get the Phoxynamo Wheels up and running, it should bring this sector back online.

Turret's aligned. The Sim Battlefield's powered up as well.

Let's head to the control panel, I'll open the gate with you.

Simulation successfully overwritten. Reboot in progress.

Test environment: Icelake, Cocytus. Gate unlocked. Training personnel, standby.

The gate's open. Let's get back to the turret.

(Locked and loaded.)

This is... a relay. Anyway, just turn off one first.

Freeze!

The water won't go down!

Let's get through from the side.

Access granted. Please proceed.

Eh? It's blocked. Seems like we need to take a detour...

The switch doesn't work, maybe I should activate the connected Phoxynamo Wheel first.

(...Gotta turn it on quickly.)

Go activate the Phoxynamo Wheels once you're ready.

(These cables should lead me to the Phoxynamo Wheels.)

That's amazing...

(Found it. Gotta activate it now.)

They refer to this place as a "Simulated Battlefield," saying that... "The theme this time is the Defence of Icelake City."

I heard that this Icelake City is covered in snow, something that I've never seen in my entire life... How I wish I could go there and see it myself!

...I mean, if, by any chance, I could make it out alive.

(Done.)

Well done. Now let's move the cannon to an optimal spot to bombard the central control room.

Thanks to the help of these two refugees.

Keep the cannon from the Filthoids.

Let's find an optimal spot to bombard the barrier of the central area. Stay vigilant and protect the turret from the Filthoids.

Heads up! Filthoids approaching!

Another wave! Defend the turret!

We have a clear view from here. This is our stop.

Next, we'll use the Phoxichor cannon to blow apart the barrier ahead.

Some Filthoids picked up the scent. Just fire away.

What a tough barrier...

Took a Phoxichor cannon shot with barely a dent. Those guys at the Aeolipile have some real skills...

Don't stop, keep firing! Use the high explosive shells!

Even if we fail to tear down the barrier, continious fire can force the enemies from the inside to open the gate themselves.

Someone's running out from the side gate, it's the Forsakens!

That should do it. Let's go check it out.

Hey, quit fooling around. Get over here!

Exactly. They exploit us because Charons are stronger and withstand extreme heat and cold better than Solas. You may think we're the same as The Forsakens, but they've never accepted us as their own.

Exactly. But the power to the entire fortress has been cut off, we need to get this thing there.

Let's get the Phoxynamo Wheels up and running, it should bring this sector back online.

Turret's aligned. The Sim Battlefield's powered up as well.

Let's head to the control panel, I'll open the gate with you.

Simulation successfully overwritten. Reboot in progress.

Test environment: Icelake, Cocytus. Gate unlocked. Training personnel, standby.

The gate's open. Let's get back to the turret.

(Locked and loaded.)

They've actually opened the gate from the inside...

The blast impact was far stronger inside. They would've perished had they not opened it.

Captain Mors and I are taking the lead. Everyone else, fall in behind us!

What's wrong? Why squatting down?

Katya?

Easy, sir. I'm just doing some preparation...

Now, I'm ready.

Wait.

We cannot afford any mistakes in our mission moving forward. We have to rule out all the potential risks, this girl and the old man, they should stop here.

...Why? As you can see, there are Filthoids all over this place. If you leave us here, Mr Frank and I will die!

Sir, please! We offered help, we led you all the way here so you could rendezvous with them... Please... I'm begging you, don't leave us behind!

Maybe you're overthinking it, sir. If they were enemies, misleading us in the sewer tunnels would be a better idea, but they didn't do that.

What if they're up to something else? Don't you think that they are "too familiar" with everything in this fortress so far?

...I agree with Sir Avar.

I could have trusted you if we haven't got into the central control room. But now it seems to me that you're just "too familiar" with this fortress.

The central control room is the core of Lonza Fortress, even the Forsakens wouldn't let their enslaved labor in such an essential place.

You're not supposed to know the routes so well.

Umm... That's because...

If you're so interested in acting, little girl, I suggest you find a job in the Grand Theatre in the capital.

We're running out of time. Let's go. Leon, stay here and keep an eye on them.

(...Rest in peace.)

You're injured, are you alright?

Just a scratch; it'll heal soon. That little girl was just bluffing. Even a stray cat would've put up a better fight.

Ugh, where did it go? I thought I had it right here...

Lost something important?

Just a mere photo. Why don't you go interrogate that girl? She seems to be after you.

(A photo? Maybe I should have a look around for it when I can.)

Where could it be...?

Hmm? What's that on the floor...?

It's a younger Sir Avar with… Daphne?

I should take it back to Sir Avar.

Sir, I found this...

Oh, you found it! Thanks for bringing it back.

So, is Daphne your...

Oh, ah... She is just my neighbour's little girl. Haha...

...I suppose it's time for the truth, You're right. Daphne is my daughter.

This is the last photo we took together before she and her mother left. Daphne took the last name "Theodore" from her mother.

Don't tell anyone about this. We divorced specifically to keep people from knowing that Daphne is my daughter.

Back then, the chief alchemist thought the world of Daphne. She believed Daphne had what it took to become the Empire's finest. She'd long since stopped taking apprentices, but for Daphne, she made an exception.

Because of Daphne's talent?

She's talented, but it's more than that. The Spathatoi is never short on talent. The chief alchemist said Daphne has a unique gift that sets her apart.

I never quite understood what she meant, but it's clear Daphne has a bright future ahead of her. And having a Charon for a father shouldn't be what holds her back.

Does Daphne know?

No. She has a heart of gold and adores her old man. How can I tell her?

So, I play the part of a bad father who's done with family life. And when Daphne calls me dad, I tell her, "Zip it. I'm not your father. Address me as your superior officer."

But Daphne's such a sweet kid. She couldn't bring herself to curse at me, and always ended up blaming herself instead.

I knew about that already. She volunteered for the Lonza Fortress op, even went straight to Fulvis with the paperwork, without telling either of us. That girl had her mind made up from the start.

...I'll talk to her mother about this when we return.

...I'd rather she resent me if it spares her any pain.

If we make it back, I'll take her to the opera house. When I was just a grunt, I never got the chance to take her to any fancy places. I guess it's time to make it up to her.

I heard there's a new show in Dismania, coming from the northern province of Cocytus. It's called "something... from the Snowfield"... You know what, why don't you come along? I'll buy an extra ticket.

Sure.

But Sir Avar... you're not just any Charon, you're a Laurelled Charon.

Doesn't make much difference these days. Even in the Senate, even in the Legion, people have started to question where our loyalties lie.

Wouldn't surprise me if one day an edict comes down and we all get sent back where we came from. If it comes to that... Daphne's future might go down with mine. Or so her mother feared.

"The 13th Legion will attack in two days. Antonius Fulvis has vowed before Sibylle that if his forces fail to breach the fortress, he would shoot himself with his own gun. Sibylle then assigned him the best troops."

"The Legion will do everything they can to take Lonza Fortress back. We should not attempt to defend the Fortress against such odds. Withdraw our forces and ensure the survival of The Forsakens."

"Merely retreating would squander a perfect opportunity. We should make the Hyperboreans pay dearly."

"Easy. Leave it to Avar. He'll be commanding two vanguard squads in the operation. Those fools always listen to him."

"Avar will hold off their assault. Use this time to lay traps and fortify our defences. The fortress will become their graveyard."

"We'll soon read this headline in the news..."

"'During the battle in Lonza Fortress, the 13th Legion valiantly defended the Emperor's lands. The vanguard suffered ninety percent casualties in the fierce conflict...'"

"'Lieutenant Colonel Avar, one of the survivors, mourned the fallen and delivered a eulogy of unmatched honour.'"

"Good for Avar! Let's go with this plan then. Shame those dead dogs will receive posthumous honours, though."

...Avar?

"Charons like us can no longer stand Hyperborean tyranny."

"I hereby pledge my allegiance to The Forsakens. The Empire must be held accountable for its actions."

" Avar Hrodland"

...!?

We need to have a SERIOUS discussion about this.

Fulvis... you scheming bastard.

You fabricated all this "evidence," didn't you? I didn't know you old-line aristocrats would stoop to such nasty tricks.

I'm nothing like those stubborn old fools. I'm a pragmatist and would do anything that works.

Isn't this your favourite protege? You did this?

Heh, I was just setting the stage for a deal with you. I don't think we need a third party.

...

Off you go, Falsi. It's alright, the entire fortress is in our hands. This old man dares not make a move.

Yes, sir. I shall wait outside the door.

Now, why bother making up all this false evidence? You really think the higher-ups are that stupid?

Of course not. They're actually smart enough to turn a blind eye and play along. Use your head, Avar. Why do you think I dare to make this bold move? It's naturally because someone wants me to.

Since you're a goner already, I'll show some mercy so you won't die a fool.

When His Majesty was first crowned, Duke Servius was our Imperial Regent. But the Regency strayed from established Hyperborean traditions and grafted too many useless scions onto the great Imperial oak.

Those fools let so-called Laurelled Charons into the Military Council and the Legion, even handed high office to some of you. It's absurd.

Though His Majesty is now aware of these mistakes, they continue to plague us. I'm merely helping him prune the oak.

...So you went through all the trouble, just because you don't like Charons?

You should've told me earlier. There's no need for such an elaborate ruse. Just let me off this time, and I'll retire early and stay out of your way forever.

If you need my loyalty, I can do that too. We can blame her for leaking our battle plans. Both of us walk away clean. Hell, we might even get a reward for uncovering a spy. And...

You'll gain an old dog obedient enough to follow your orders.

Hah, how quaint, Avar, didn't expect you to stoop this low too. But you don't know the half of it, Avar. You're worth far more to us dead than alive.

Use your head! Imagine the uproar if it came out that a high-ranking Charon officer defected and joined The Forsakens, resulting in the deaths of many of our best young soldiers.

Laurelled Charons in high office are already a thorn in plenty of sides. A scandal like this? It'll drag their names straight through the mud. Take our beloved superior, do you have any idea how many people wish to watch her crash and burn?

You mean Sibylle? You wish her gone... You're after her position and power?

Perhaps. Maybe I want more. But that's no longer your concern.

Wait!

We should talk about one more thing... About No. 0.

...Oh?

She is the most precious weapon of the 13th Legion. Sibylle controls her now, but to complete the Second Scion Program, she still needs the crucial "Catalyst"...

Sibylle has ordered you to find the Catalyst in Flagson. But your search doesn't seem to be enjoying much success.

Get to the point, Avar.

There are many paths to power, Fulvis. Even if this charade pushes Sibylle off her seat, how can you be sure the Emperor will let you take her place?

You need some kind of unparalleled credit to propel you to the Legion's head.

I'm listening.

The Second Scion Program is too important to the Empire. It's worth far more than a hundred Lonza Fortresses combined. If you find the "Catalyst," which is the final piece of the puzzle, the entire capital will chant your name, Antonius Fulvis.

It's the unparalleled credit you need. And I, by circumstance and chance, happen to know of its whereabouts. I am willing to concede this to you.

Now we're talking.

That would be my end of the deal. All I ask in return is your word, let me and my people walk out alive.

What a noble commander. Alright, tell me where the "Catalyst" is, right here, right now. No stalling, no tricks. You don't have leverage.

Fine. It's at...

Oh, thanks. As for now, I just need one last thing...

...Do not indulge in the eternal void...

...Wake up...

...Before blood flows like swollen rivers... This is far from over...

...I'm still... alive.

...What's this...?

...

Argh!!

Attention to all 13th Legion soldiers in Lonza Fortress. Daphne Theodore, the former Medic of Squad Griffins, is now classified as a Forsakens spy.

Daphne Theodore is to be executed upon sight.

...Daphne? A wanted spy?

(I must... get out of here first!)

An accomplice! Kill 'em both!

Here, take this painkiller. It should hold you over for a while.

Wait, where are you going?

To the central control room. My fa... Commander Avar is still in there.

No, don't go.

He's d, Sir Avar is no longer with us.

...I have to check on him myself. Maybe he's just heavily wounded... As a medic, I can probably...

Get back here. They burned down the entire central control room. Sir Avar's final words were for me to bring you safely out of this place. At least respect the man's dying wish.

Argh!!

...!!

There's no turning back now. We have to keep moving.

Where are you going?

The underground sewers.

The fortress is filled with Fulvis's men. We have to try our luck with the sewer tunnels.

...Okay.

Watch out for the soldiers around here. We may no longer have any allies.

Warning. No access privileges.

...They've already revoked our authorizations...

Target sighted! Over here!

...

Knock them out and use their key to open the door.

Current water level exceeds safety threshold. Safety gate will remain closed. Reduce water level to reopen.

They're controlling the inlets... But since this is a reservoir, it must also have drainage outlets.

They can't be far! Herd the remaining Filthoids into the tunnels!

Seal all exits. Once they surface, we'll eliminate the traitors.

Hurry up! We're running out of time!

...We should hurry up too!

The water's receding!

Just one more valve!

What a riveting story, which completely contradicts the testimonies provided by the Narwhals. Since you claim that you and Avar Hrodland are innocent...

...Do you have any idea what you just said?

I absolutely do. I'm formally accusing Antonius Fulvis of orchestrating the events at Lonza Fortress.

Then are you aware of the consequences if your accusation against Colonel Fulvis are proven false?

...It's ten years in prison, for making false accusations.

Incorrect. You'll be charged with treason, espionage, and making false accusations.

And the highest penalty in the Empire awaits you: being hung upside down with thorny vines and crucified on the Heaventree in the centre of Dismania, until your very last breath is taken.

I'm telling the truth. Since you have chosen to interrogate me and Daphne Theodore separately, you must be aware that our testimonies can perfectly corroborate each other.

Despite suffering grievous wounds, you have endured intense interrogation without changing your testimonies. Admirable, I must say.

Push the interrogation to the next level, initiate the "Inferno."

Yes, ma'am. The hypnotic agent is ready.

Survive this, and I'll consider the veracity of your testimony.

...Fine.

...My head hurts...

The warden just said... the next-level "interrogation"...

Wait, isn't that Leon… and Marco!?

Traitor of the Empire...

If you claim to be innocent, prove it to me.

Leon! You are still alive?

As you can see, ma'am, all our plans have been leaked...

...Commander Avar participated in the formulation of the vanguard squad's combat plan...

...He's a Charon. He was the one most likely to reveal our plans to The Forsakens...

What did you just say?

Marco!

...The Forsakens set traps in every path...

As you can see, ma'am, someone... betrayed us...

...No, this is not Marco.

That interrogator mentioned a hypnotic agent...

I'm probably not in a real world. This is a dream...

...Sir Avar...

As you can see, ma'am, I am Avar Hrodland, Commander of the vanguard squads in this mission...

I turned my back on the Hyperborean Empire. I betrayed the 13th Legion... I sold out the Griffins and the Snow Wolves...

My accomplices include... my daughter Daphne, from my ex-wife Claudia Theodore... and my protege at the Imperial Military College, Mors...

...

So this is the charge Fulvis had prepared for me.

Shut up. You're not him.

...

As you can see, ma'am, I am Daphne Theodore, daughter of Avar Hrodland...

My father... and Mors... they planned to split the payment for selling intel to The Forsakens...

...But at the heart of the fortress... They disagreed on the division of the spoils...

My father... was...

He was killed in a ruse woven by Mors ...

She then deceived me about how my father died...

I've brought the murderer to you, ma'am... I humbly request you to deliver a fair and just verdict...

...You're not Daphne.

As you can see, ma'am, I am the control panel in the central control room of Lonza Fortress...

Motto 18 of the Hyperborean Legion: An unexpectedly easy victory often leads to an impending ambush...

...I can't believe you have to recite those mottos even in my dreams.

All verdicts are in the name of justice.

All questions must be answered absent falsehood. I tolerate no fabrication, alteration, or concealment of the truth.

The vanguard squads were obliterated in the battle of Lonza Fortress. Were you the architect of their doom?

Feel their agony! Betrayal led them to untimely deaths.

Should you betray the justice of your comrades, these Filthoids' claws shall tear you to pieces!

(They were killed by these monsters... Fulvis... He actually unleashed these monsters upon his own comrades...!)

One last question. Are you the cause of Avar Hrodland's demise?

Despite his faults, he trusted you. Where were you when he was consumed by flames?

(Yes... He truly trusted me...)

(I must survive... to avenge him... I cannot let this woman kill me...)

Should you betray the loyalty of friendship, these infernal flames shall burn you to ashes!

(Justice... justice... That's what she keeps talking about...)

(Time to reveal the truth of that day...)

Ma'am, to satisfy the justice you seek...

Allow me to tell you the truth... of what unfolded in the central control room that day.

We need to have a SERIOUS discussion about this.

I'll keep it short, we're out of time. If we still can't reach the outside... I shoot you with this gun. And you play dead.

To make it convincing enough, the shot will have to hit. It will miss your vitals but will really hurt. You must endure the pain silently.

What are you going to do?

We're trapped in here, completely cut off. Fulvis is already on the move... by now, he's probably seized the whole fortress.

Only the dead stay silent forever. He'll kill me, no doubt. And you... you're in this too. You've seen the fake evidence. He won't let you walk away either.

...!!

It's okay, I got you.

...If I "kill" you and feign allegiance to him... he might lower his guard. You'll slip under the radar, it's your only shot.

No... Sir Avar, once that door opens, we're going out together!

I'll try to negotiate with Fulvis, though I believe it's going to fail in the end, so don't get your hopes up. The negotiation is for a more important purpose...

To collect evidence.

Take this recording device. It'll provide the evidence needed to expose and destroy Fulvis.

We can't let the cries of the wronged echo over Lonza Fortress forever.

...Sir Avar...

Why the long face? Cheer up, kid! A true soldier laughs at adversity.

...

I'm proud to have been your instructor, Mors... And I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess.

You must survive. Bring the truth to Chief Sibylle and His Majesty. Let the entire Empire know that every soldier here held true to their creed and duty, and everyone fought till their very last breath.

...All glory to our Emperor.

Think. After everything we've been through to get here, boxed in, outnumbered, what chance do we stand against Fulvis's personal guard?

If we're surrounded... close to none. But so what? I'd rather die fighting than...

Dying is easy. Living on, carrying the mission, that's the hard one. This is an order, Mors. You're the only one who can do this.

As for me... heh. I'm not done yet. I've still got a part to play.

...That's exactly what happened in the central control room that day.

Sir Avar fought valiantly, confronting a conspiracy far greater than any individual could withstand alone. He sacrificed his life to secure crucial evidence, his final act in defence of justice.

But, we underestimated the enemy's meticulousness. As I drifted in and out of consciousness, I sensed Fulvis's adjutant, Falsi, removing the recording device from me.

By the time I fully regained consciousness, Fulvis had seized control of the fortress. Confronting him would have led to our deaths, and the truth would have been buried with us.

That's why we decided to come to you like this. I believe that you have the authority to recover that evidence, or at least secure a testimony from Falsi.

Warden Hellfire, I know you hold justice above all else, and I believe you possess the means to defend it. Please, go get Falsi. She holds the truth you want.

Hyperborea functions like a vast machine, requiring every component to operate flawlessly.

My role is to uphold the law and protect the justice defined by Hyperborea. If anyone attempts to manipulate me to subvert this law, they will face severe consequences.

I will investigate Falsi. Be aware of the consequences if what you said proves to be false and a waste of my time.

...

Your Royal Highness Prince Vergilius! This place isn't fitting for someone of your stature. Please don't proceed any further!

Gathering so many signatures must have been quite the feat.

Yet, these signatures might weigh less than the one in my hand, I suppose?

Your Highness.

Does the royal family intend to intervene in this military case?

Intervene? I must ask, do you view His Majesty's decree of pardon as an "intervention"? Is the Royal Military Prison no longer under the crown's jurisdiction?

...

I need to speak with Mors alone. Everyone else may leave.

...Phew, they're finally gone.

This girl's with The Forsakens. Keep an eye on her.

Defence Mode currently active. Please switch to Safe Mode to proceed.

Warden Hellfire... I've been waiting for this moment. To speak with you face to face, because I had to tell you the truth myself.

Wait... the Warden said something about... interrogation...

That interrogator mentioned a hypnotic agent...

I'm probably not in a real world. This is a dream..

("Sir Avar" and "Daphne"... They're gone...)

(The Forsakens...?)

...Get the hell out of my dream.

First question: As an Imperial soldier, have you conspired with The Forsakens and betrayed your Empire?

Should you betray the justice of the Empire, these Filthoids shall tear you apart with their claws!

(...This one's easy.)

(Ngh...! My body... it's getting heavy... I shouldn't have admitted to those charges...)

(Why are there Filthoids here...!?)

(No, stay calm. They're just illusions.)

(That's right. I won't confess to a lie.)

(Filthoids...)

(No, illusions. They're not real.)

Second question: The vanguard squads were annihilated at Lonza Fortress. Were you the architect of their doom?

Should you betray the justice of your comrades, your own blade shall spill your blood!

(No hesitation. Make the choice, and stick to it.)

(Ngh...! My body... it's getting heavy... I shouldn't have admitted to those charges...)

(...Who are you!?)

(No, this isn't me.)

(Yes... I have to keep going. The truth must come to light...)

(You're not me. You're just a cheap imitation.)

Get lost.

(The path ahead's blocked... Should I turn back?)

You who claim innocence, will your resolve falter in anger?

How's the cleanup?

Flawless. As you can see.

(It's them... Fulvis and Falsi!)

You who claim innocence, will your resolve waver in sorrow?

Mors... my cadet...

Sir Avar!

Ugh...!

You who claim innocence, will your resolve crumble under the weight of doubt?

Allow me to show you the way, sir...

Yes... The way to hell.

That's enough, ma'am! Please... stop!

Come with me, Mors. I'll lead you out!

Whatever lies ahead... please remember...

We will survive this, together!

(This is it, the final trial.)

(I have to survive this... I have to speak the truth to her face!)

You who claim innocence, if your resolve still holds true, then forge that will into a blade...

...and answer me with your sword!

Hey, what's wrong? Why are you squatting down?

Don't you play the victim here! I won't buy it! Get up and go!

This way!

Authorising access. Please wait...

Power flow error detected. Control panel locked for protection. Please shut down all Phoxynamo Wheels to lift the lock.

You crazy girl! What are you laughing at? Is this how you repay the Captain's kindness? Don't you feel guilty at all?

Guilty...? Ha, have you had too many alchemical concoctions from your Academy that damaged your brain?

Oh wait, I do feel guilty about one thing, to manipulate that stupid captain of yours, I lied about The Forsakens and blamed them for what the Empire did to us. I'm so sorry to The Forsakens!

You...!

Oh, look what the cat dragged in. Hello, dear sir.

I'll take it from here.

So what are you doing here? Come to show off the benevolence of a Hyperborean officer? Or perhaps you pity this poor girl who's been led "astray," trying to save me from my "sins"?

Oh, I get it! You want to join The Forsakens, right? Need a reference?

Hey, you guys hear that? Your captain wants to join The Forsakens!

Oh, no. This is so sad. Boohoo whoo.

Oh honey, you really suck at this. Save it, you won't get anything from me. Lowlives who betray their comrades and sell intel to their enemy only exist in your beloved Legion.

Because you're always so on guard. I couldn't find a chance, even while we were alone. I had to bide my time patiently. Even offered you help a couple of times to lower your guard.

And it's more fun this way! Betrayal by a trusted friend is far more memorable than a stab from a stranger, isn't it?

Oww, it hurts! Someone do something about this! An armed soldier's hitting a helpless young girl!

You...

Aww, you look like an angry bull. I'm so sorry, sir! I forgot you like it better when I talk like this.

...Cut the act, and answer my question.

Sure! Ask away. I'll answer whenever I feel like it.

I deserve to know why you stabbed us in the back after I helped you. Is it out of plain hatred for the Hyperborean Legion, or an assassination attempt targeting me specifically?

If this is your question... Sure, I can answer that, given that you've been naive enough to fall for my trick.

The Forsakens simply want all Hyperborean dogs to die here, and preferably at the hands of the killing machines they created, I hope you enjoyed our fiery gift.

As for me... Well, I personally came for you!

I heard that you, the top graduate of the Imperial Military College, who is also known as the "Pale Reaper," were coming to Lonza Fortress. How could I not come have a good look at the Pale Reaper myself?

You've heard about me? Have we met before?

Hehe, that's for you to guess.

My sources said that our great Miss Pale Reaper only has a few years' worth of memories. You know nothing of your past. You don't even know where you came from.

...

Let's play a game then! Now, honey, take a guess, was I your neighbour, an old nemesis...

Or a complete stranger? Maybe I just hate you for being one of Hyperborea's honorable people, and I simply wish to destroy that which they cherish?

...

Your head hurts, right? The jabbering of this mad girl is worming through your skull like a leech sucking at your brains.

See, you have a sword in your hand. That's right, it's the one you've wielded in countless battles. The hilt still carries your warmth. You're familiar with the slick feeling and the subtle tug of resistance when its blade slices through flesh.

You can easily slit this creature's throat and make its detestable lips gurgle and whimper in pain.

(It's... that voice again! Why now...?)

Why suddenly so quiet? You seemed ready to lecture me. Cat got your tongue, honey?

I am the origin of your soul, the impulse within the deepest recesses of your mind. Do not refuse me... Listen, I am the one who gave you power and made you invincible in battle.

Unsheathe your sword, the one that bears the killing razor.

Go on, make your guess, any guess would do, because I won't tell you the truth anyway!

Do not hesitate! Use your sword! It's calling to you! It thirsts for the sweet joy that can only be sated by flesh and blood.

Quick! Silence this mad lass for good!

ENOUGH!!! Shut up!!

...Okay, looks like somebody needs anger management here.

...Leon, keep a close watch on her. Bring her back in one piece, and make sure she doesn't harm herself. Use Frank as leverage if necessary.

Yes, sir!

Wait!

Remember what I said back on our way to the turret? "Your kindness will reap a just reward."

Lend me your ear. I've got a secret that's just for you. Rest assured, you've just frisked me. I am really out of weapons.

It may be extremely important to you. You sure you don't want to hear it?

Leon, shut her up.

Hehe, fine. I hope you won't regret your choice.

Someone in your Legion wants you dead.

What did you say?

Secrets are meant to be whispered once. Take care, sir.

You're back, honey. Changed your mind already? Desperate to hear out the secret?

Sorry to disappoint, but I'm no longer in the mood for sharing.

I know what you want, honey.

But I'm just a poor little captive now, not in the mood to talk.

That's right, you've made the right choice. Grip the hilt tightly. Yes, just like that. Now aim at the creature's throat...

Are... Are you insane?

Yes, do it. Do not hesitate.

Ahhh... Ahhhhhh!!

Mors...My god, what have you done!?

This one too. The old fool is just dead weight.

Argh... Arrrgh...

And the others too...

That's right! Forget about meaningless reason. Just follow my lead...

AARGH...!

What's gotten into you? You scared me!

(Were those just... an illusion...?)

Is everything done?

I doubt Fulvis will bring reinforcements anytime soon.

The central control room is just ahead. Should we push forward? The Messenger of The Forsakens might be inside...

I'm not sure how many assassins like her are waiting for us.

Yes, death is a real possibility, for you, me... probably all of us.

...

Soldiers of the 13th Legion! Before us lies the central control room of Lonza Fortress, the ultimate goal of this mission. This is our chance to claim glory for Hyperborea.

However, I must apologize, as I won't be giving you the lion's share of this victory.

...Huh?

With glory comes great danger, and this action is more dangerous than ever.

You're young, with many years ahead. There will be other opportunities for glory. But today, the old man here will seek one more medal, and he isn't keen on sharing it with any of you.

Stay at your posts by the turret. If you lose contact with me, continue to shell the control room from a distance and wait for reinforcements. Do not assault it directly.

Commander Avar, you can't do this alone... I know you didn't mean what you just said.

What are you talking about? I just simply gave you orders.

Tsk, pretentious old geezer.

I understand your concerns, but I've been through a lot things like this. I was once like you, young and tearful, thinking my commanding officer had a death wish.

But he always returned safely. So I'm telling you that there's no need to worry. Think of your mother, probably by the fireplace knitting a sweater, waiting for you to come home.

Commander Avar, you've always looked out for me, and you just saved my life. Even if my mother were here, she would say, "Follow your officer, do not fear death. You're a Hyperborean warrior and you're supposed to defend the Empire with your life."

It's not about fearing death. I just don't want any lives lost in vain.

It won't be in vain. Every step we take pushes the frontline forward.

And since we don't know what lies before us, it means that survival is also a possibility.

I'm a Griffin and I stand with Captain Mors.

Yeah! I heard that loud and clear this time! I stand with Captain Mors!

...

...Well, since we have Mors, maybe she does have what it takes to lead us to victory.

Alright, prepare yourselves. We set off together.

Heh, you've even learned how to take over your commander's speech.

Maybe we could wait for a while to gather more intel from this lass first...

Oh? Are you going to interrogate me?

No. I've seen how crafty this girl is. Her "intel" will only mess with our judgment.

Here's the plan: we split into two groups. Mors and I will scout ahead. The rest prepare and initiate the assault upon our signal. If we call it off, retreat to Turret 4. Leon, you stay back and guard the captives.

Yes, sir!

Let's move, and see what surprises The Forsakens have prepared for us.

You're injured, are you alright?

Just a scratch; it'll heal soon. That little girl was just bluffing. Even a stray cat would've put up a better fight.

Ugh, where did it go? I thought I had it right here...

Lost something important?

Just a mere photo. Why don't you go interrogate that girl? She seems to be after you.

(A photo? Maybe I should have a look around for it when I can.)

Where could it be...?

Hmm? What's that on the floor...?

It's a younger Sir Avar with… Daphne?

I should take it back to Sir Avar.

Sir, I found this...

Oh, you found it! Thanks for bringing it back.

So, is Daphne your...

Oh, ah... She is just my neighbour's little girl. Haha...

...I suppose it's time for the truth, You're right. Daphne is my daughter.

This is the last photo we took together before she and her mother left. Daphne took the last name "Theodore" from her mother.

Don't tell anyone about this. We divorced specifically to keep people from knowing that Daphne is my daughter.

Back then, the chief alchemist thought the world of Daphne. She believed Daphne had what it took to become the Empire's finest. She'd long since stopped taking apprentices, but for Daphne, she made an exception.

Because of Daphne's talent?

She's talented, but it's more than that. The Spathatoi is never short on talent. The chief alchemist said Daphne has a unique gift that sets her apart.

I never quite understood what she meant, but it's clear Daphne has a bright future ahead of her. And having a Charon for a father shouldn't be what holds her back.

Does Daphne know?

No. She has a heart of gold and adores her old man. How can I tell her?

So, I play the part of a bad father who's done with family life. And when Daphne calls me dad, I tell her, "Zip it. I'm not your father. Address me as your superior officer."

But Daphne's such a sweet kid. She couldn't bring herself to curse at me, and always ended up blaming herself instead.

I knew about that already. She volunteered for the Lonza Fortress op, even went straight to Fulvis with the paperwork, without telling either of us. That girl had her mind made up from the start.

...I'll talk to her mother about this when we return.

...I'd rather she resent me if it spares her any pain.

If we make it back, I'll take her to the opera house. When I was just a grunt, I never got the chance to take her to any fancy places. I guess it's time to make it up to her.

I heard there's a new show in Dismania, coming from the northern province of Cocytus. It's called "something... from the Snowfield"... You know what, why don't you come along? I'll buy an extra ticket.

Sure.

But Sir Avar... you're not just any Charon, you're a Laurelled Charon.

Doesn't make much difference these days. Even in the Senate, even in the Legion, people have started to question where our loyalties lie.

Wouldn't surprise me if one day an edict comes down and we all get sent back where we came from. If it comes to that... Daphne's future might go down with mine. Or so her mother feared.

I doubt Fulvis will bring reinforcements anytime soon.

The central control room is just ahead. Should we push forward? The Messenger of The Forsakens might be inside...

I'm not sure how many assassins like her are waiting for us.

Yes, death is a real possibility, for you, me... probably all of us.

...

Soldiers of the 13th Legion! Before us lies the central control room of Lonza Fortress, the ultimate goal of this mission. This is our chance to claim glory for Hyperborea.

However, I must apologize, as I won't be giving you the lion's share of this victory.

...Huh?

With glory comes great danger, and this action is more dangerous than ever.

You're young, with many years ahead. There will be other opportunities for glory. But today, the old man here will seek one more medal, and he isn't keen on sharing it with any of you.

Stay at your posts by the turret. If you lose contact with me, continue to shell the control room from a distance and wait for reinforcements. Do not assault it directly.

Commander Avar, you can't do this alone... I know you didn't mean what you just said.

What are you talking about? I just simply gave you orders.

Tsk, pretentious old geezer.

I understand your concerns, but I've been through a lot things like this. I was once like you, young and tearful, thinking my commanding officer had a death wish.

But he always returned safely. So I'm telling you that there's no need to worry. Think of your mother, probably by the fireplace knitting a sweater, waiting for you to come home.

Commander Avar, you've always looked out for me, and you just saved my life. Even if my mother were here, she would say, "Follow your officer, do not fear death. You're a Hyperborean warrior and you're supposed to defend the Empire with your life."

It's not about fearing death. I just don't want any lives lost in vain.

It won't be in vain. Every step we take pushes the frontline forward.

And since we don't know what lies before us, it means that survival is also a possibility.

I'm a Griffin and I stand with Captain Mors.

Yeah! I heard that loud and clear this time! I stand with Captain Mors!

...

...Well, since we have Mors, maybe she does have what it takes to lead us to victory.

Alright, prepare yourselves. We set off together.

Heh, you've even learned how to take over your commander's speech.

Maybe we could wait for a while to gather more intel from this lass first...

Oh? Are you going to interrogate me?

No. I've seen how crafty this girl is. Her "intel" will only mess with our judgment.

Here's the plan: we split into two groups. Mors and I will scout ahead. The rest prepare and initiate the assault upon our signal. If we call it off, retreat to Turret 4. Leon, you stay back and guard the captives.

Yes, sir!

Let's move, and see what surprises The Forsakens have prepared for us.