The End of Act III -- End of Game --
--Scene--Relias sitting on throne--
I have read your heirgamenon, Relias. Your version of the story.
You speak not of Shirayne transformation,
--Scene--Fade-in Fallen Enchantress--
or mine. You express no grief of what your arrogance has brought. But you will feel that anguish soon enough. For let me tell you of the future, implacable, imovable, holds for you and the
--Scene--Two armies meeting at the battle field--
race of men. A war is coming A war between east and west, between kingdoms and empires, between man and
--Scene--Death on the battle field--
fallen. A future of blood and death, of chaos and destruction.
--Scene--Fallen Enchantress's Face--
The Fallen Enchantress is risen Relias, and I prophecied this: You and I shall meet once more, our stories will intersect, and your story, my king. Your story shall END.