Deep inside the cliffs of Linuxinina, a silver-haired girl with magenta eyes and a veil appeared from thin space, her feet clenching onto the land below. Her dark dress fluttered in the wind. Her eyes wore a mask of despair and anguish, a pain she could not control.
Trying to speak, the mysterious girl uttered as she waved her hand upward.
"Shall the prophecies of Alaunus come into fruition? Or is it a hoax to all dwellers of the soil below?"
At an instant, she hoisted her arm at the peak, pointing her corrupted fingers at the dragon. Tears of remorse and sadness welled up on her corrupted face, noticing from a large distance, the wanderers fighting the dragon.
Then, a magenta stream of light opened up and coiled around the approaching humanoid creatures in a vicious storm, aiding them in their climb to the mountain. Furthermore, voices from the group resounded around the expanse.
"We shall serve The Ending with grateful smiles." One said,
