Before Their Deaths - Captives, Behold the Expanse Beyond Light

The music for the curtain call has begun to play, and the show nears its end... But before that, the silent audience will offer you their applause, celebrating your completion of this tragedy, commemorating your path toward the next tragedy.Toward the tragedy he yearns for.Either banish the audience from this mythical theater, or let this performance become the swan song of all creation.

The curtain call music has ended. You must use the Coreflame to burn down this empty theater, then raise the curtain for the next act. Will it be an absurd tragedy, or a preposterous comedy? Only by moving forward can we glimpse what lies ahead, while everything behind us faces another final bow.But there's no need for regret or lingering attachment, for generations fall like leaves, and so, too, do heroes.

Complete your conquest in the ocean at the boundaries of this world, and eternally slumber in the sound of tides. Eternally slumber in the sound of tides, and complete your conquest in the ocean at the boundaries of this world.They were never terrified of this prophecy. Rather, they somewhat looked forward to it.Back then, they stood on the shores of Loukas, watching the yet-unextinguished sun sink into the sea, imagining the day when the prophecy would come true.But she didn't know that the sea she dreamed of wasn't just a small pond. Nor was it just an empty shore.She didn't know that she had no desire for eternal rest. And what she truly yearned for was never a conquest.Thinking of the scenes that were so out of place, they watched together as the sun slowly, ever so slowly, sank into the sea, as if it would never rise again.

The curtain call music has ended. You must use the Coreflame to burn down this empty theater, then raise the curtain for the next act. Will it be an absurd tragedy, or a preposterous comedy? Only by moving forward can we glimpse what lies ahead, while everything behind us faces another final bow.But there's no need for regret or lingering attachment, for generations fall like leaves, and so, too, do heroes.

Complete your conquest in the ocean at the boundaries of this world, and eternally slumber in the sound of tides. Eternally slumber in the sound of tides, and complete your conquest in the ocean at the boundaries of this world.They were never terrified of this prophecy. Rather, they somewhat looked forward to it.Back then, they stood on the shores of Loukas, watching the yet-unextinguished sun sink into the sea, imagining the day when the prophecy would come true.But she didn't know that the sea she dreamed of wasn't just a small pond. Nor was it just an empty shore.She didn't know that she had no desire for eternal rest. And what she truly yearned for was never a conquest.Thinking of the scenes that were so out of place, they watched together as the sun slowly, ever so slowly, sank into the sea, as if it would never rise again.