From the Light

General, do we need the flank guard to continue the diversion–

No.

Commander, we're––

Run them over. *cough*...

Yessir!

(Labored gasps)

—

Prepare to intercept the enemy. Five, four, three, two––

Don't disappoint me––

One!

—!

The skies... are raining fire––

Not all death is alike, Sarkaz.

You've more than proven your trustworthiness, Lady Eblana.

And I, too, admire your duel against death.

However, your injuries are still severe, and the Nachzehrer's deathly aura still eats away at your body.

Your uniform may hide your injuries, but not from me.

...

Take my hand, Your Grace. You should not be riding these rickety vehicles.

Allow me to personally escort you back to the Gastrell.

It's just a flesh wound.

...

Lady Eblana, your flames still burn a bit too hot.

Make an opening in this wall of flame, and I will lead the way.

Don't worry. This cane has accompanied me through more dreadful battlefields.

I will stand atop the Gastrell's bow and await Victoria's call for help.

As you wish, my ever-faithful lord.

If your body can no longer sustain your ambition, then I shall rekindle your heart with flames.

Even death shall be no obstacle for your march forward.

We are Tara. We shall stand upon the most glorious place in this land––

Together, we shall set this battlefield alight.

Your Grace, the situation is changing extremely quickly.

The surviving Trilby Ashers have already been sent out, and the news they've brought back has been compiled here.

...

Our men are dying out there, and the Nachzehrers are turning the entire battlefield into a meat grinder.

*cough*... How many of us are still left?

Less than a third.

Your Grace should retreat.

Our flagship still retains its defensive capabilities. Even in this condition, it should at least be able to clear a way back for you.

I can't leave.

Aileen, spread the word that I will be staying on the Glory. Use whatever means you have at your disposal.

—!

If I abandon the front line, the defensive line will inevitably be routed. Victory will be yet another step further away from Victoria.

What would the other soldiers think of us? That yet another duke has abandoned them?

When this battle is over, our soldiers must also remember – what price I paid for this victory.

...

I will continue to draw the Nachzehrers' fire. The other dukes will surely come to my aid.

They understand exactly what is and is not important at this current moment.

Besides, my elite forces are all here. You are all the support I need.

Nothing more needs to be said–

Watch out, Your Grace!

Hmph. We'll start by clearing out this cabin.

Our march towards victory begins from this stronghold.

Your Grace...

*sigh* As you command. Then, we must get our hands on the Sighs of Kings.

The Stone of the Sword is still here, undamaged. That is our best opportunity for a counterattack.

...

Is the Trilby Asher who's been in contact with our lovely Vina still alive?

Our communication channels are back online now.

Excellent. Get in touch with him.

I have new orders for him.

*cough* *cough*... The Exemplars?

Use your head, soldier. Don't charge right up to the enemy.

So much blood... Oripathy. And the suppressants... Damn it, we ran out a while ago.

Hang in there a bit longer, and don't move. There's a chance the Originium crystals puncture your lungs.

It doesn't matter anymore.

What?

Doctor... Sir, just about all our men are dead.

Clark was the second to last one. See that hand over there by your feet? That's all that's left of him.

What can I do?

...Your name.

Patel. Richard Patel.

Private Patel, from your badge, I see you were assigned to the 9th Battalion Armored Corps and your commanding officer is Lieutenant Colonel Blake.

If I recall correctly, your company's mission is to protect Duke Caster's flagship.

Who are you? Which unit are you from?

Delphine. From the Exemplars.

I'm just like you... I despise those enemies. They took everything from me.

But, I still remember my mission. I'm here to aid you, Private Patel.

Aid me?

Duke Windermere is dead. I don't know if our esteemed duke is still with us.

And then, there's the Iron Duke... That bloody codger, Wellington! He deserted the battlefield!

What are you people even doing here? What hope do we have for victory?!

...Even if the Grand Dukes give up, we will not.

Is that so...?

He's... not going to last much longer.

Shit, hurry up and spread out! He could implode at any moment – we won't have time to deal with him!

Listen up, Exemplars. There's a contingent of Nachzehrers up ahead.

Put me... into that tank over there.

...

Wait, Delphine! Don't go near him, I can handle this––

Very well.

Allow me to help you, Private Patel.

...If this is your last wish.

Thank you...

We will record all you've accomplished here today.

Each and every member of the Duke of Caster's 9th Battalion Armored Corps was a good soldier, ready to defend the Gloriana and Victoria herself with their lives.

Wait, what's going on? The dead are standing up?

No, no... It's not the dead that are standing. They're...

Get back, Delphine!

(Dull growl)

Urgh... Luckily, it'll take more than that to kill me off.

If we die here, our lives will get sucked up by the Nachzehrer altars, and we'll turn into their food.

Does that mean... Private Patel's last wish was in vain? If these enemies cannot even be defeated by death...

No, Delphine. He was able to slay this squad of Nachzehrers.

However––

That monster's clearly weakened, and trying to feed off death. Take advantage of this opportunity and destroy the target!

I'll cover you! Bagpipe, mark my flank!

Private Patel's wish will not be in vain. We'll charge out through the opening he created.

Everyone, move it!

...

Don't hesitate. Slow down for a second, and the whole situation might spiral out of control.

...

What are you still standing there for?

You... Don't tell me, you're choosing now of all times to get cold feet?

Getting cold feet? No, I just need to stay behind for the time being to fulfill my duty.

Your Highness, Alexandrina, please don't glare at me like that. I really do have urgent business to attend to.

The Duke has just given me her latest orders––

The deal is off. You are to evacuate with the Sighs of Kings, and await her further instructions.

...

You will not be able to reach the Stone of the Sword, and this 'key' must not fall into Sarkaz hands.

If necessary, 'special measures' can be employed to ensure the safety of the Sighs of Kings.

How did I see this coming.

There's no need to be so wary of me. I have been completely forthcoming when it comes to the Duke's orders.

I know you're loathe to abandon your quest for the Stone of the Sword, but...

Count me in.

Huh?

My highest priority remains to ensure the safety of the Duke.

*sigh* But at a time like this, where am I supposed to find allies more trustworthy than the Exemplars?

Your duke's not going to be happy with your decision.

Would you look at that, we've already switched sides.

Look at it this way – I'm outnumbered here, and I don't have any way of dealing with all of you.

Go, Your Royal Highness. I hope your plan is a complete one.

Don't worry. My dear aunt won't have anything to worry about... I know what I have to do.

Can you still walk?

I... don't think so...

Then, grab onto my back.

I've moved you to safety... Well, there's nowhere's that's safe anymore.

But let's get behind that piece of the destroyed warship. Hide behind there for the time being.

Don't worry about us... Right now, urgh... the Sighs of Kings takes the highest priority!

Don't be daft.

Vina's team knows what to do with the Sighs of Kings. Our mission right now is to contain the enemy and siphon off some of their firepower.

Lieutenant, I need medical assistance over here!

Roger!

Fitz, where are you from?

Eastham... *cough*––

I've been there before. They've got good leather.

There's an open wound on the leg with visible puncturing. Stop the bleeding first. Do you have pain anywhere else other than the wound?

No, I'm just... a bit tired, that's all...

Do you have anyone on your mind right now, Fitz?!

Barry... from across the street. He still owes me–

Don't say it. Just keep repeating it in your heart. Just repeat it to yourself over and over!

Then, go back home alive and tell him yourself!

The patient is conscious and has no fractures, internal bleeding, or acute infection.

Alright, the wound has been cleaned. I will now bandage it and apply anti-inflammatories. He should be fine with some rest.

You did well, Delphine.

Lieutenant, do you ever think about wanting to rewind time to the day our ship was raided?

If we can win, sure.

I'm of the same mind.

Because of my mistakes, my incompetence... we were miserably defeated by the Sarkaz.

I don't want that to happen again today.

Lieutenant, please take Fitz back. I'm still needed here.

This bunker's not gonna hold!

Where's the location of the next bunker?

The Strange Man in the Hat's already found it for us. Keep your eyes peeled for his signal!

Those soldiers up there are Caster's guards! We're almost there!

The bombardment is thinning out! Delphine's forces have managed to draw away a large chunk of their firepower!

Hold on! That attack just now wasn't from the Sarkaz!

Captain, it's the Gloriana!

The Gloriana has noticed us.

Its guns are clearing the way for us!

Pounce on to it! Press onward!

Hold out a bit longer. We're about to break through–

Look – a Steam Knight!

A Steam Knight stands with us!

Victoria's glory has returned, and he stands with us!

Follow him into battle!

Slay them! Slay every last Sarkaz!

'Glooooory–– to Victoria!!!'

(Muffled gushing sound)

—!

A Steam Knight... still lives?!

That's right. We saw him inside the city.

But why... is he here now?

He came... for the sword...

Vina!

I see the Sighs of Kings! It's lying atop of a pile of bodies in the combat zone. I'll retrieve it for you.

Just as you said – pounce on to it, and press onward. Don't look back.

I promise you that the sword will appear when it is needed.

...

Vina...

I will keep going. Cover me.

Argh—!

Don't force it!

Get hit again, and you're a goner!

The mobile altar...

––It stopped?!

Then, who fired that shot...? One of our own tanks?

Vina, we're connected with the Duke of Fife's suit of armor! We've also located Captain Seymour – he's still alive! More troops are on their way to join us!

We'll handle all those altar that are flying around!

Great news! Let's keep moving!

Don't you dare get in our way!

We've used up the last of our ammunition. That means... it'll come down to some good old CQC.

Roger that, Captain!

Pretty nostalgic, right? Reminds me of our academy days.

Let's see how these Sarkaz like our technique.

Let them try... to get past us.

The Stone of the Sword is right ahead, but that corrosive fog...

Your Royal Highness, my colleagues have secured the Gloriana.

*cough*... The next time our cooperation is needed, the Exemplars will hear from this Trilby once more.

Finally, allow me to use my Originium Arts... as well as a little bit of authority, to light your way.

Oh right, the sword...

After thinking things through, one really should not disobey a duke's orders––

But I also made a promise to Your Royal Highness. That's quite a pickle.

Alright, then. Catch!

I've got it!

Don't turn back now, Siege! This is the final stretch!

Dun worry about me, Captain! Go with them!

Take it, Siege!

Indra, Morgan, remember how we used to chuck Molotov cocktails down the chimneys of the nobles?

Yeah, we'd stand on each other's shoulders!

But this time, I'll be running ahead first.