An End to the Song
Ishgard will not last long against Nidhogg and his Horde. We must away!
I pray we are not too late...
Know you, then, what this roar portendeth?
Aye. I must return to my city without delay.
Then we shall lend you our wings. Let us meet with Nidhogg on the field of battle, and together bring an end to his wrathful song.
Remember your training! We hold fast until the lord commander returns!
Ugh... We must hold...
By the Fury... That one is the size of Nidhogg!
You are late, Warrior of Light!
Wherefore standest thou with these vermin, Brother?
Abandon this war, shade.
The suffering thou sowest serveth no end. The traitors' progeny have learned of their forefathers' betrayal, and seek now to make amends with our kind.
Never shall our grief be assuaged nor our loss forgotten, but reconciliation may yet halt the spread of this plague of enmity. Forsake thy vengeance and be at peace.
What soft-headed ramblings are these? Thy dalliance with that vile maid hath robbed thee of thy wits! Mayhap her cloying perfume hath made thee forget the stench of our brood-sister's lifeblood!
Thou darest speak thus of my beloved!?
Ah! So the flames of rage may yet be kindled! I feared thy heart's fire had long since gone out. But waste not thy fury on words, Brother─thou shalt have need of it for the battle!
Thou art weak, Hraesvelgr─a slithering wyrm who fawneth on the vermin who should rightly be his prey. For a thousand years have I fought without cease─and thou didst think to prevail against me!
Glory not in thy victory, shade. The battle...is not yet won. My power─and my hope─have I entrusted to another...
Thine eye! What hast thou done!?
Fool! Thou wouldst trust a mortal with thy strength!?
I know thee... 'Twas thou who didst intrude upon my lair and best the half of me. But now I am whole, and naught in creation shall deny me my vengeance!
Dependable Temple Knight
You would venture onto the Steps of Faith?
Is this...to be...mine end?
Nay... I will not allow it... I am of the first brood... I am vengeance incarnate... I am Nidhogg!
Thou shalt die by my hand!
This is not your hand, wyrm!
I would ask one last favor of you, Warrior of Light... Finish me─now, while I have the beast subdued!
You waste your time. Kill me! It is the only way! Ending Nidhogg...will be my final duty...
No! You can't die like this! I won't let you!
Undone by mortal will. Whither now...?
The eyes! Cast them into the abyss!
He lives. Ah, Estinien, my ill-fated friend...
Lucia! Summon the healers! I want them ready to receive him!
At once, Lord Commander!
Allow me to do this much, at least...
The Horde have sensed the fall of their master, and scattered to the winds.
You have my gratitude, Hraesvelgr. Your deeds this day have saved a great many lives.
Then our alliance hath served its purpose.
Thou didst wield the power I granted thee well. 'Twas thine own skill and not mine eye which earned thee victory.
I wish thy companion a swift recovery. Fare you well, children of man.
The battle is won. We can do no more for Estinien now than bear him home and wish him well, even as Hraesvelgr did. The rest we must trust to the hands of the healers and the grace of the gods.
The Horde shall break itself upon the bulwark of the Temple Knights!
The Dravanians shall find death at the points of our spears!
Let the dragons come! We do not fear them!
If the price be mine own life, I shall gladly spend it to purchase peace for Ishgard!
I bid you welcome, slayer of Nidhogg! Ever do the gates of Ishgard stand open to our savior!
Warrior of warriors! It is ever a pleasure to see you.
The light of the Holy See has faded, and the wyrm's shadow darkens our walls no more. That I would live to witness the passing of one age into the next...
Nay, I'll not deny it: without your skill and fortitude, the city would now be ash. Would that more of your adventuring brethren possessed such qualities.
The Horde is routed, aye, but I will not count this war over until each blackened stone has been replaced.
'Tis you! The champion who slew Nidhogg! Your deeds shall pass into legend, yet I am honored to speak with you thus in the flesh!
The Horde is fled, and there is much cause to celebrate...but I shall keep one eye on the horizon nonetheless.
After centuries of fighting, are we finally at peace...?
Bah! What a mawkish old fool I've become! I must needs return to my duties!
Though our principal foe lies defeated, we shall continue to keep order inside the walls and protect the citizenry. In that much at least, the duties of the Temple Knights remain unchanged.
Through the haze of pain, I swear I sensed─ But no. The past is done, and we must look to the future. At long last, Nidhogg is gone, his foul spirit cast out once and for all. I only pray that Estinien survives the ordeal...