Lupa: “Hmm? Hey, is something wrong? Is there something you need? Or... something you want to say?”

(Two different option with different outcomes)

Rover: (Trust her. Speak your mind.)

Lupa: “I'm sorry. I don't recall crossing paths with Cartethyia. But... you could be right. I may have, and just forgotten about it. These past days, there have been moments when... I feel lost, forgetting what I was doing a heartbeat ago. I don't know if it's the Threnodian's work, but... if something is wrong, and it's trying to twist my mind... You'd make the right call. Wouldn't you, my fellow warrior? You'd protect my honor and my dignity.”

Rover: “There's more at stake than that, Lupa. I've heard the Septimont saying, ‘All for glory, fear no death’. But sometimes, living takes more courage than dying.”

Lupa: “Heh, well then, that'll do just fine! I trust you, warrior, just as you trust me.”

Rover: (Doubt her. Tell nothing.)

Rover: “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Lupa: “I don’t know what’s weighing on your mind, but you accepted my invitation, and we fought as one in the arena. As a warrior, I trust the clash of steel far more than words! The traces of the blade reflect the soul of its wielder. Alright! Don’t wear that face. Whatever it is, I trust you’ll make the right call. Septimont is my city. Don’t let it lose its glory or pride. Will you promise me that, warrior?

Rover: “I’ll do what I can.”

Rover: (It doesn't matter if the story's end is already written, or yet to unfold... I'll trust my own judgment to guide it where it must go.)

Approaching the Vale of Glory, weapons are strew all about, planted in the ground as a testament.

Lupa: “Those blades, spears, and halberd embedded in the stone... they're the weapons of the fallen heroes. We have a tradition in Septimont. Touch them and listen to the whispers of those who once wielded them.”

The nearest weapon is a large spear.

Stretching out your hand, your fingertips brush against the rusted steel. A deep, solemn voice hums from the spear's shaft. Through endless battles and the surging Dark Tide, kin and warmth were lost, and all softness and love faded away. All that remained in his eyes was the sight of white flowers blooming across barren fields. How fragile, how beautiful... He sighed as his skull was crushed under the Tacet Discord's weight.

Walking a short distance, Rover finds a halberd... or, well… the axe-head of one.

Stretching out your hand, your fingertips brush against the rusted steel. A quiet, sorrowful voice hums from the halberd's axe. No one knew why she sought the battlefield, only to escape another. She shed her gold, tore away the honor binding her, and turned her back on the proud House that shackled her, rejecting the eyes that followed her. ‘This silence... it is my victory!’ She laughed, charging into the Dark Tide.

One weapon catches Lupa’s attention though. A sword, enshrined on a special pedestal. She stretches out her hand to sense the frequencies.

Rover: “Who did this blade belong to?”

Lupa: “This is Tercules's sword. You remember the waters of the upper city, right? You were looking for Cartethyia. Tercules was the one that the statue was based on. Ages ago, the Dark Tide bore down on Ragunnesi, and Septimont didn't escape. Tercules was the son of the Ephor back then, and he led our warriors to face the Tacet Discords. He died in that cursed Tide, his strength worn down to nothing. His sword was corrupted, but his followers still risked their lives to bring it back.”

Arsinosa audibly lands nearby, striding up to the pair.

Lupa: “In this land, intense emotions easily blend with other forces. The Lioness of Glory was born from the fiery passions of heroes, so she holds sway over their weapons. Back then, this sword was growing more sinister due to the corruption... But all these years later, it has become a memento of a hero.”

Rover approaches the sword, gripping the sword with their hands — sensing its frequencies.

Rover: (I feel something strong and pulsing in the direction the blade is pointing. It's coming from underground. Is it inside the mountain itself?)

Rover resonates with Cartethyia again, her voice cutting through around them.

Cartethyia: “...The frequency... it's the Sentinel Imperator... Just like Ragunna, Septimont has its own Genesis Nexus... That's why It seeks...”

Reality seems to break for a moment; things snapping and shifting abruptly as more Tacet Discords spawn between the snaps.

Cartethyia: “Power... needs more...”

Lupa: “More Tacet Discords! Just like last time!”

Rover: (For a split second, the world shifted. Just like it did when I saw Mya. Every time there's an overlap like this, the Tidal Blight appears, as well as Tacet Discords...)