Oho, what manner of thrilling adventure might this be?
Good gods, a battle on the moon with Zodiark, eldest and mightiest of primals... I pride myself on my imagination, but your feats transcend aught my mind could possibly conceive.
Against all odds, you struck down the puissant being, yet triumph quickly turned to tragedy, for Zodiark's fall proved to be the trigger for the Final Days...
...Yes. Yes, the words well up within me, Pray lend them an ear.
Born of ancient men, a divinity was freed,♪
Their hopes unrequited, they knew no reprieve.♪
Born of mortal men, a champion did arise,♪
Ascending to the heavens, ruination to defy.♪
That the ancients should sacrifice half their number to save the star... The strength of their resolve makes me tremble in admiration.
Even as it saddens me to think that one of their own would seek to lay it all to waste, so deep was his despair...
Not having lived their lives, I feel decidedly unworthy to speak of their hearts. Better that the whole truth remain with you, and you alone.
Let it suffice for me to honor a fragment of their hopes and dreams in song, that their lives and sacrifice may ever be remembered.