It is the afternoon in Leyndell. This is the day after Meilyr and Goldmask have escaped from the capital. For reference, we take the day of the Tarnished's battle. The battle took place at night. The night after, Gareth and Rhys are escaping from Seethewater River; Morrowe is watching over Millicent's unconscious body, while Latenna still searches for Reane; and then the aforementioned escape from the capital, after snooping around Leyndell's sorta-open secrets. In the morning, Gareth and Rhys will be descending into Liurnia; Morrowe and Millicent will begin their journey around Altus; Leyndell sends a punitive expedition against Volcano Manor. Reane is on Reane time. Of these, the one probably most at odds with the timeline is the Prophet, considering he makes his ascent to Mt. Gelmir in the daytime. Whatever. LOL. I'm beginning to understand why it is a horrible headache for writers to undertake these multi-character stories; that's fine, this is a teachable experience. Anyway, it is the afternoon in Leyndell and the Leyndell soldiers are approaching the final camp of the Tarnished, hugging the Grand Lift of Dectus. A Leyndell Knight leads them.
They steel themselves, ready to find defiant Tarnished.
They find, instead, Meilyr, Corhyn and Goldmask. Corhyn is teaching Meilyr how to cast Discus of Light. Goldmask is likely meditating, using his finger to communicate with the Greater Will. Meilyr: Like this? Corhyn: No, it's more like this, a circle...
The Tarnished look up. Corhyn: Good morning! Knight: ...Are you squatters or rebels? Meilyr: Aren't men allowed to squat in peace?!
Knight, to his men: Tear down the camp. Corhyn: What do you intend to do to us?
Knight: Arrest you. Corhyn: What for?
Knight: For defying Leyndell. Corhyn: But we're defying no one, currently.
Knight: Then, come with me. Corhyn: For what purpose?
Knight: ... The knight sighs. Knight: I'm not eager to harm anyone.
Knight: But I can't allow you to gallivant around. Knight: You're traitors to the Erdtree.
Corhyn: And yet, we were reborn by the Erdtree. Why would the Erdtree birth willful traitors? Knight: For goodness sake, don't get philosophical on me...
Knight: Leyndell is the seat of the Erdtree, therefore you are betraying the Erdtree. Knight: But I'm not an enemy of life. Just come with me.
Corhyn: Why can't we leave through the mines? Knight: You attacked us, from those same mines. Come on, now.
Corhyn: Can we remove ourselves to the forest? Knight: And become bandits? No.
Corhyn: Is all Altus Leyndell's dominion? Knight: Yes.
Meilyr: What? Knight: What? Meilyr: How?
Meilyr: You don't spread yourselves thin looking everywhere? Knight: Heaven and earth are housed in these lands!
Meilyr: Even you must realize what an enormous waste of energy this all is. Meilyr: Why not allow us to walk around unmolested?
Meilyr: Besides, we have with us the ever-brilliant Goldmask. Meilyr: Wouldn't it look bad on you to lay a hand on him?
Knight: ...But the capital is more lustrous with a celebrity. The opposite would be true. Meilyr: Bah!
Knight, pointing to Goldmask: Is that your man? Knight: I hadn't heard of him. Corhyn: Aye.
Knight: What does he do? Corhyn: Scholar. Meilyr: Bum.
Knight: Well... King Morgott may appreciate speaking to him. Knight: If he speaks.
Knight: Fine. Fine. You're clearly peaceful men. Knight: Just come with me. I can't have you fooling around unattended, but I'll ensure you're treated with courtesy.
Corhyn and Meilyr stand; Goldmask finally pays attention. Corhyn: Thank you, sir. Knight: It's my duty. Well, it's my creed.
The Leyndell soldiers are tearing down the camps. The Knight and the Tarnished travel westward, down the Altus Highway. Over the course of the next few panels they enter the capital and head to the battlefield right before the northern gate. One can see this area has quite a bit more activity compared to other days, being the first few days of recovery after a major battle. Meilyr: What does that mean? Knight: I try to be a good knight. Protect the weak and innocent and all that. A source of virtue. Meilyr: You don't just do what that Morgott fellow does? Knight: I put him on a higher standard than I put on myself. I suppose the answer, then, is a mix of yes and no.
Meilyr: Does he match it? Knight: I would say so. Given the circumstances.
Knight: I mean, every once in a while strangers rain from the skies and lay siege on a beautiful city on a hill.
Corhyn: You don't believe that Marika inspired the Tarnished to fight? Knight: She lives here. I think, anyway. Never seen her.
Knight: That woman would have to be suicidal to want to destroy her labor of ... millennia, I imagine! Corhyn: And yet, the Tarnished say they heard -
Knight: A voice? Yes, I had too. Knight: I was Tarnished, once.
Meilyr: Then you're still Tarnished. Knight: No. I no longer believe the delusion of fighting the gods, Knight: that lie stemming from man's sinful pride.
Meilyr: Are you going to say sable isn't black? Knight: Your feelings are your own, man.
Meilyr furiously shrugs. Corhyn: Whatever you believe, you're a good man to me. Knight: I'm thankful to Marika, that I am even an inch of what I aspire to be.
Corhyn has a quizzical face, noting the hypocrisy of what he's saying. Meilyr throws his hands in the air. Meilyr: Don't make any sense of it!
The Tarnished have arrived in Leyndell, right before the northern gate. Leyndell soldiers are marching; they're beginning their punitive expedition into Volcano Manor, which will ultimately fail and create more Frenzied soldiers. Corhyn: What are these men marching for? The Tarnished? Knight: For Leyndell's enemies. I believe a large contingent were sent for the shardbearers last night... Knight: and these are going to Volcano Manor, for the serpent's transgressions. Meilyr: Ah, snake food.
Corhyn, muttering: Gareth...
Corhyn: Do you know what happened last night? Knight: Don't know. They haven't come back.
Knight: But they were preparing to fight the Bloody Fingers and the Recusants. Knight: I don't expect the merriest of news. A familiar face is seen in the march.
It is Yuina. Yuina: Corhyn? Corhyn: ...Yes? I only realize now Yuina has told literally only three people her name, one of whom is dead.
Yuina, oddly, is still marching. Yuina: It's good to see you two again! Corhyn: You've joined Leyndell? Corhyn: Wait...
Corhyn: Where are you going? The Tarnished try to keep up with Yuina. Yuina: I was told to march!
Corhyn: Why not...not? Yuina: ...I'd get in trouble!
Corhyn: I don't think anyone would notice. Yuina ponders on this.
She steps out of the line. Yuina: I suppose that's true.
Yuina: After they lost Gareth and Rhys, most of the Tarnished joined the capital. Yuina: The rest tried to retreat; the natural-born fighters, stayed and fought, only to, I assume, retreat later. Corhyn: And you...? Yuina: I don't like fighting. I put down my arms. I consider myself a pacifist.
Corhyn: ... Yuina: What is it?
Corhyn: And yet, I always see you a-warring. Yuina: It's where I'm most needed.
Corhyn: You don't see that as strange? Yuina: ? Goldmask motions to Meilyr.
Goldmask is writing to Meilyr. Card: "There is a hill along the ramparts. I want to go there."
Meilyr gives him a thumbs-up.
Corhyn notices this exchange and is confused. He does not know Goldmask's hidden language and assumes it was a random movement. Corhyn: ?
Corhyn returns to Yuina. Corhyn: Do you know where Gareth is? Yuina: No. Do you?
Corhyn: No. It seems he's not dead. Yuina: Thank goodness.
Corhyn: And yet, you abandoned him to join another army. Yuina: He's my friend.
Corhyn: ...Would you join him if he were here? Yuina: Of course! Only, he is not.
Yuina: Well, I should be off now. Meilyr: ...For what reason?
Meilyr: Why don't you join us? Meilyr: I can't protect these two on my own.
Meilyr: I saw how you fought that dragon-man. Meilyr: It's a waste, putting you in some fool's war.
Yuina: Well, the idea is nice, but... Yuina is pointing to something offscreen.
She is pointing to the Knight. Knight: Am I a glorified babysitter?
Meilyr: Like it's your job to watch what everyone does. Knight: Yes! Yes, it is my job!
Meilyr: I don't understand what havoc some Tarnished can do on their own. Meilyr: Why don't you arrest us, after we've done something?
Knight: ... The Knight sighs. Knight: I can't even come to care anymore.
Knight: Fine. Knight, pointing at Goldmask: This is your master? Knight: And he knows the ancient language? They nod.
The Knight produces a stone tablet. He beckons to Goldmask. Knight: Come here, and write what I say.
Knight: "Following a pledge with the Knight Gawaine, I hereby avow..." Knight: "...that I shall cause no mischief on my time on the Altus Plateau..." Knight: "...meaning, no cavorting with enemies, no conspiracy, and no mischief on official persons of the capital."
Knight: "If I violate this covenant, I forfeit my life, and the lives of..." Knight: and you put the names of these three, thereafter.
Knight, signing: "This covenant is witnessed and signed by the Knight Gawaine." Knight: There.
Knight: If you break this covenant, we smash this tablet, and you will be marked among the Tarnished.
Meilyr: Hang on, aren't your orders to kill any Tarnished on sight, anyway? Knight: General orders. Exceptions are made all the time.
Meilyr: Then why even sign these fanciful things, with people you don't even trust? Knight: You don't understand:
Knight: I don't sign them for your sake, I sign them so that the king knows who is responsible. Knight: Your freedom is on my order.
Knight: I can't compel you to be careful, but if you care about my honor at all, please be careful.
Meilyr: ...You really are a good man. Meilyr: Then, we shall.
Meilyr: Alright, we're off then! Corhyn: To where? Yuina: Anywhere would be nice. The Knight sighs.
Goldmask, to Meilyr: "You noticed it too?" Goldmask: "Her eyes."
Meilyr: "Yes. Golden like mine."
A close-up of Yuina's eyes.
They follow the march, leaving the gates of Leyndell.
They head south, hugging the outer walls of Leyndell and passing the catapults. As they move southward, the density of trees becomes thicker.
They pass through the ruins surrounding the outer walls of Leyndell, possibly former villages. Come to think of it, why hasn't Leyndell made an effort to populate the area outside of the inner walls more? I can assume that the outer walls are full of fauna and hunters who would use the settlers, but using some of the space within the outer wall seems feasible. I'm not sure. Maybe a glaring flaw of my write-up.
They emerge from the trees, with the Goldmask's aforementioned hill looming the distance.
They round the bend, ascending the hill.
The hill before them, which I shall call Stormcaller Hill because Stormcaller Church is in the south. I hate making up names, okay. Before the Tarnished is an unending patch of auburn grass; in the distance are the ramparts of Leyndell. Meilyr: Well. Here it is.
Corhyn: What was your intent, to come here? Meilyr: My inte-
Meilyr looks at Goldmask; they had forgotten they had spoken in their secret language, and so everyone assumed this excursion was on Meilyr's whim. Meilyr: Erm - well - Meilyr: It's very high. Corhyn: That it is.
They see Goldmask pointing to the sky. They look in the direction of his finger.
The clouds above Leyndell; it is a sunny day.
The clouds part; something is sifting through them.
An Ancient Dragon is cutting through the clouds like a knife through paper; the Dragon's flight conveys majesty and power.
The Dragon is flying towards them. Corhyn: Oh, hell...
The Dragon lands, kicking up gales of wind but, crucially, no dirt or grass.
Lansseax presents herself to the Tarnished, her head raised high into the sky in an arch manner. She obscures the sun; everyone is underneath her shadow.
Lansseax: Tarnished... The Tarnished tremble before her, readying themselves for a fight, except for Goldmask who is quizzical.
Lansseax: ... Lansseax: I recognize you lot. I guess she doesn't care about Goldmask.
Corhyn: ...You're the dragon from before. Corhyn: Lansseax.
Lansseax: Aye.
Corhyn: Why have you - Lansseax: Must I explain myself to transient beings?
Corhyn shuts up, implying his answer is "No."
Lansseax looks around sadly, sighing without verbally doing so. Everyone is awkward around her.
Meilyr: You know, we were having a perfectly good day before -
As expected, Meilyr is struck by another bolt of lightning. Even Goldmask is alarmed.
The Tarnished surround Meilyr, seeing if he is alright. Corhyn: Meilyr! Lansseax snorts.
Meilyr coughs, waving his hands in the air as if to denote he is alright, though obviously singed.
Lansseax regards his survival with amusement.
Lansseax: You, human, Lansseax: what was your past life like?
Meilyr: What? He's still coughing. Meilyr: Shut up.
Lansseax: What? I could slay you with but one lash of my tail - Meilyr: I said: Shut up!
Meilyr: You shoot lightning bolts at a man, and expect him to speak?! Meilyr: You are a rude dragon! He's still coughing.
Lansseax: ... The Tarnished are still attending Meilyr, but are also watching Lansseax out of concern.
Lansseax: Hmm. She seems to have made up her mind.
She raises her claw, full of razor-sharp talons.
The Tarnished back away; Yuina puts her body before Meilyr's.
Lansseax puts this same claw against her scales.
She grits her teeth through the pain.
She tears out a scale, a true gravel stone on bodies of the Ancient Dragons. Blood trickles from the wound.
She brings this gravel stone to Meilyr; as she gets closer, the Tarnished become more tense and defensive. Lansseax: Here. Lansseax: A scale from my kind.
Lansseax: We ancient dragons are stone breathed life - forces of nature, your ancestors feebly fought. Lansseax: I've heard your kind make great use of our scales.
Lansseax: Take this, as your fee. Lansseax: Tell me.
Meilyr, usually flippant, puts his hands on the scale solemnly, which I guess is nearly the size of his body. He seems to understand implicitly what Lansseax actually means: she is apologizing in her grand way. Meilyr: ... Meilyr: Alright.
Meilyr: I was born in the gutter. I don't know my mother. Meilyr: I owned nothing.
Meilyr: I once stole four chickens from a barn. Meilyr: They then called me the Chicken Thief.
Meilyr: I sprained my ankle in a well, and because I couldn't get out I died. Meilyr: That, is my story, O great creature.
The Tarnished react to his story with strained belief.
They look at Lansseax, who is barely able to hold back her anger.
Lansseax: You - Lansseax: Don't - Lansseax: Know anything, else?
Meilyr, with full confidence: Aye.
A lightning bolt falls right before Meilyr's feet; he yelps and jumps away.
Meilyr: Rude dragon! Mean dragon!
Lansseax sighs, and rests in the posture the Ancient Dragon takes in "Dark Souls II"; she is clearly growing more relaxed around the Tarnished. Lansseax: As I had said before, I'm looking for a trace of Godwyn the Golden. Lansseax: Something in this plateau is catching my scent... Lansseax: Or, it is some fault of mine.
Goldmask is gesturing to Corhyn; he wants him to translate. I suppose Goldmask does not want a repeat of the incident before.
Corhyn: My master wishes to converse with you, if possible. Lansseax: Go ahead, human.
Corhyn: "Is it within your expectation that Godwyn has iterated?"
Lansseax: I don't expect anything. I've never understood your Golden Fundamentalism.
Corhyn: "Given how the Golden Order works, it is impossible for Godwyn to diverge."
Lansseax: Neither do I want to understand your Fundamentalism. Lansseax: In fact, your Golden Order smacks of you mortals imitating the immortality of we dragons.
Corhyn is not pleased by her insulting the Golden Order. Corhyn: Cheeky...
Goldmask is gesturing to Corhyn. Corhyn: "I don't disagree." Corhyn: "I merely present these arguments for discussion."
Corhyn: "Do you think some vestige of Godwyn is in Meilyr?" Lansseax: I don't think anything, I seek.
Corhyn: "Madam, I simply want to make myself and my intellect as useful to you as possible." Corhyn: "My ancestors considered themselves students before your ancestors. There is no other rational relationship."
Corhyn: "Please answer the question plainly:" Corhyn: "Do you think some part of Godwyn lives on in Meilyr?"
Lansseax: ...Yes.
Corhyn: "Then, it must be so."
Corhyn: Master... Corhyn looks at Goldmask with misgivings.
Goldmask is calculating, but he is firm in his convictions.
Lansseax: To what end is this speculation for? Corhyn: "The quest for knowledge has no end. We must find out because we are."
Corhyn: "But this raises a question, and I needs must confirm with you -" Corhyn: "Godwyn did die, correct?"
Lansseax: Yes... Lansseax: Godwyn's death is not an invention. There was, in fact, a death.
Lansseax: His body was placed in the roots of the Erdtree but, for reasons no one yet has uncovered, his body was not received.
Corhyn: "'Tis what I gleamed, from what I have heard." Corhyn: "The Rune of Death had not completed itself with Godwyn."
Corhyn: "Truthfully, his death disturbs me." Corhyn: "If the Golden Order is a web, what happens when one thread falls away?"
Corhyn: "What happens to the threads in need of that thread? What happens to the web?" Corhyn: "What happens to the Order's calculations?"
Corhyn: "Is it naive"... Corhyn: "To believe the Golden Order will naturally repair itself?" Corhyn: Master...
Corhyn: "For whatever reason Godwyn had died only in part." Corhyn: "If the Rune of Death is true, then there is a possibility" ... "the Rune took a part from somewhere else."
Corhyn: "But, 'tis only a thought." Corhyn: "What this all means is, with this one irrationality, our assumptions on the Golden Order cannot hold."
Corhyn: "If a tree is dying, it is possible to graft material from a sound tree to heal it."
Corhyn: "This is conjecture, but..." Corhyn: "A theory is that, in order to restore Godwyn's soul, the Erdtree has developed something similar in another, which it plans to eventually graft onto Godwyn's body." Corhyn: "A thought."
Lansseax: ... Lansseax: Then, how does this serve me?
Lansseax: The resulting person wouldn't be Godwyn, correct? Corhyn: "No."
Lansseax: Then I don't care. Lansseax: What hope do I have left?
Corhyn: ..."What is it you're seeking, then?"
Lansseax: ...A feeling. Lansseax: A conversation. Lansseax: Nothing more.
Lansseax: It was foolish of me to even entertain this. Lansseax: Please leave, Tarnished. I thank you, however.
Corhyn and Goldmask bow. Corhyn: Your grace.
Yuina makes a quick impromptu bow as well, not knowing she was supposed to. She looks at Meilyr, who was thinking.
Meilyr: Can you fly us down Altus?
Everyone stares at Meilyr, panic-striken. Lansseax is too dumbfounded to even speak.
Lansseax: No.
Meilyr: But what are you doing up here?
Lansseax: I - Lansseax: Well - Lansseax: I make myself one with the clouds.
Meilyr: Okay, so you watch the clouds go by, meaning, nothing. Lansseax: How dare you!
Meilyr: Why are you so sensitive on this subject? You make your power known on every occasion, but you stay confined to this hill?
Lansseax: ...I have made a pact with Morgott to stay confined to Altus Plateau. Lansseax: As you say, it is my strength that threatens him.
Meilyr: Ah, so you're scared of him, got it. Lansseax: Oh shut up! You're not privy to an inch of me!
Meilyr: You sit here and pine over dead men - Meilyr: why does a creature like you rot, when there's a whole world to show yourself to?
If Lansseax could blush, she would.
Meilyr: Tell that monarch to stuff it, Meilyr: tell him, It's a crime, to put myself to waste!
Meilyr: And if you're so concerned about this trumped-up king, then he can answer to me! Meilyr: I'm beginning to think the bastard is plain stupid if he thinks he can tell hearty men what to do!
Meilyr: There's a whole land in these Lands Between! Meilyr: You should go, while taking us with you, of course. I swear by you!
Meilyr: What do you think? Hello? Do you hear me? Meilyr: Hulloooooo?
Lansseax's face.
A flashback. A knight's two feet on the grass of Stormcaller Hill. Voice, offscreen: Lansseax.
Lansseax, as she is now, in the Ancient Dragon's posture in the past. A knight, Vyke, his helm off but his face not shown, is presenting himself to her. Vyke: When I return, the Elden Ring will be whole again, Vyke: and the Erdtree will be alight as it was before.
Vyke reaches his hand out to Lansseax's talon. Vyke: I promise you, master. Vyke: You won't be waiting long.
Lansseax in the present day. As a note, I don't think Ancient Dragons can cry - I'm going by "Dark Souls" lore, that they're essentially living stone. Meilyr: HEY! DRAGON! HELLO!
Lansseax: ...It wasn't Godwyn I was waiting for. Lansseax: It was the age of men, with steel in their bones and fire in their hearts,
Lansseax: when their promises had stone beneath them, so you could place your trust and hopes on them. Lansseax: An age when strength hadn't been watered from the blood of men.
Lansseax: ...Fine. Let's fly. Lansseax: Your words are true. It's an insult any mortal could keep me landbound.
Meilyr: Hurray! He jumps on Lansseax's leg.
She flicks him many meters away.
Lansseax: Like I would permit you to ride on my back!
Lansseax: I'll hold you in my hands. Corhyn: Umm... Couldn't we fall?
Lansseax: You Tarnished asked for the favor; it's not on my honor to secure your survivial.
Goldmask is gesturing to Corhyn. Corhyn: ! Corhyn: "Then, we will build a basket, to be hoisted on your stomach, if that serves you well."
Lansseax: That is suitable for my honor.
Corhyn: "Excellent. I will write out the scheme; someone collect wood, there are enough trees here."
Corhyn: Yuina, come. I think you have an axeman's stuff. Yuina: Oh, okay. Meilyr: Well I don't want to ax!
Meilyr looks behind him, Lansseax glowering. Lansseax: You said some big words, defending my honor before Morgott. Lansseax: How do you think you'll keep those words?
Lansseax: Come. I'll teach you my lightning. Lansseax: If you falter, then perhaps I really will rake you.
Meilyr: Lightning? Meilyr: Ho ho ho ho! Meilyr is running at the opportunity. Goldmask begins drawing while Corhyn and Yuina set off.
Corhyn and Yuina are cutting down trees and carving them into individual pieces.
Lansseax, in her resting posture, is repeating instructions to Meilyr.
Meilyr can only manage a fizz of electricity.
Lansseax punishes him with a lightning bolt.
The Tarnished and Lansseax rest at night, with the basket being halfway complete.
It is the afternoon of the following day (probably implausible, but let's say the Tarnished work really fast, or something). The basket is complete. They are in the process of fastening it, through leather, around Lansseax's body.
Lansseax, standing on her back legs, jiggles the basket around, like a baby carrier. She looks like a kangaroo. Lansseax: Seems sturdy. Lansseax: Well, your lives, not mine.
The Tarnished climb into the basket; Lansseax, who isn't by nature a rude person, helps some of them in, except, notably, Meilyr.
Lansseax: Ready? The Tarnished give their assent.
She begins to wave her wings.
A great amount of air is pushed beneath her and the ground; the grass is bent away from Lansseax's direction.
One can even see the trees sway a little from the sheer strength of her wings.
Lansseax begins to fly.
Lansseax hovers above the grounds, Leyndell in the distance.
A great golden light is emitted from the Leyndell ramparts. Lansseax: Hmm.
The light molds itself into Morgott's face. Morgott: Lansseax, where are you going to today? Lansseax: The clouds.
Morgott: There is some danger today. I forbid you from leaving. Lansseax: When ever, in the past millennia, have you been concerned for my health?
Morgott: We have a covenant. I am the lord of Leyndell. Morgott: Leave at your own peril.
Lansseax: Morgott: Lansseax: try me. Lansseax holds one of her hands in the air. The air is eerily quiet.
A great bolt of red lightning erupts from the Lansseax's hand, in the shape of a glaive; this is her signature technique, called, rather plainly, Lansseax's Glaive.
Lansseax cuts through the projection of Morgott in two.
All of Stormcaller Hill, from the Glaive, is showered in red lighnting bolts; the soldiers of Leyndell cringe at the sight of the miracle.
Lansseax flaps her wings powerfully, pushing herself away from Leyndell.
She flies west.
Lansseax is high in the sky; Leyndell is far beneath her. One can see the Grand Lift of Dectus and the Ruin-Strewn Precipice miniscule in the distance.
It is night-time, of the same day. We are in Leyndell. Doors open to an avenue in Leyndell. A man emerges out of the doors; before him are two ranks of Leyndell Knights, with switches in their hands.
The knight passes through the Knights, as they beat him with switches.
The man, bloodied, kneels before the feet of several people.
They are Maleigh, Elemer and Morrowe, in his High Page clothing. Maleigh has the tablet Goldmask signed earlier. Maleigh: Sir Gawaine. Maleigh: Is it true you allowed several Tarnished to leave to Stormcaller Hill?
The man, Gawaine, the knight who had spoken with Corhyn and Meilyr in the beginning of the chapter, looks at Maleigh earnestly. Gawaine: Aye.
Maleigh: And you did so, knowing that the king had disallowed Tarnished on the plateau, due to the invasion?
Gawaine: Aye.
Maleigh: These same Tarnished met with the Ancient Dragon Lansseax, and with her absconded from King Morgott's watch. Maleigh: Do you know these Dragons were once the mortal enemies of our ancestors?
Gawaine: Aye. Maleigh: And now one is unleashed, conspiring with Leyndell's many enemies.
Maleigh: What do you have to say for yourself?
Gawaine: Nothing. Gawaine: I am ashamed.
Maleigh looks upward, in the direction of the Elden Throne. Maleigh: Let us see what Morgott says.
Silence. The throne, distant from where they are, is quiet.
A great red light erupts from the throne room, bathing the capital in blood red.
Gawaine kneels before Elemer; Elemer has the Executioner's Sword raised high. If one could see Morrowe's face, one would see him very angry.
Gawaine has tears fall down his eyes.
Blood spurts into the air.
Gawaine's decapitated body. Maleigh raises the tablet high above his head. Maleigh: Though the King Morgott regrets this, Maleigh: the Tarnished who go by the names Goldmask, Corhyn, Meilyr and Yuina,
He throws the tablet on the ground, crashing it. Maleigh: are now damned.
A kind of pseudo "light of grace", suddenly, sprout from Elemer and Morrowe's eyes.
The same kind of light comes from the eyes of the Leyndell Knights.
Maleigh: You shall come under Leyndell's sword.