The scars left by the Calamity...

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I can scarce breathe for the surfeit of aether...

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Tell me, have you ever seen corrupted crystals such as these?

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Such crystals manifested across the realm when the course of the great river of aether was irrevocably altered five years ago.

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Behold one of the objects that caused that alteration: a fragment of the lesser moon, Dalamud.

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Ancient Allag created Dalamud—or Meteor, to use the Garlean name—to serve as a celestial prison for Bahamut.

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Its fall inflicted grievous wounds upon the land—wounds that have yet to heal, as is evident from the corrupted crystals.

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Amazing... Dalamud's internal defenses still function in spite of everything—a testament to the ingenuity of the Allagans.

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The Garleans seek to appropriate their advanced technology, I am certain of it.

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We are about to come face-to-face with secrets that have long lain buried within the sands of time.

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Great dangers may lie beyond, but we have come too far to turn back. The truth of the Calamity is within reach.

<gasp> Gods preserve...

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Dark wings that would engulf the very heavens...

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These could only belong to Bahamut, the primal who laid Eorzea to waste five years ago.

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At Carteneau, my grandfather sought to imprison Bahamut anew by invoking the power of the Twelve.

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Alas, the dreadwyrm proved too powerful, and he soon broke free of his confines.

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Yet instead of resuming the destruction he had begun, Bahamut vanished. Whither to, no one knew...until this day.

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But I do not understand... if Bahamut is truly a primal, how is it that he retains his physical form?

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Did Grandfather defeat him? Or is there some other explanation?

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We must press on if we are to learn the truth.