An old man sits next to the Blight Tide with a cask of wine by his side.

"Let it go. Just let it go." Well... Old Mo never let go...

The Tide... It's been split apart.

This Blight is held in a strangely unstable state. The Tide Flayer delivered the Xiranite and affected the Blight Core...

He really did it...

Mr. Mo! Please just open your eyes again! Look! Your project succeeded!

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So many legends pass us by, while we drink and listen to the lapping of tides...

Every obsession ... will find its release.

I raise this cup in your name, Old Mo.