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[tense dramatic music]

[Thysis] To live is to suffer...

[dramatic orchestral music]

No, not that one.

It's not quite ripe.

It needs just a day more sun, or it'll taste bitter.

[bird chirping]

How can you tell, da?

The trees taught me, just like they'll teach you.

Now this one... This one is just perfect.

[birds singing]

Every sweetness of existence is a seed of future grief.

[giggles]

What's that?

[tense ominous music]

Da?

[gasps]

Pain and darkness...

Thyr!

Loss and betrayal.

[grunts]

They are always there...

[child whimpering]

Just waiting to bloom.

Thyr!

Thyr!

[dramatic music continues]

[Neave] I need you to find somewhere...

Somewhere I saw in a dream.

A dream... Or a memory?

I...

I'm not sure.

For this, I shall add to your debt.

Let me gaze into the depths of your mind.

[chittering]

[gasps]

That's not as I saw it in my dreams.

In your dream you saw the past.

Now it is... different.

It lies in Ghyran,

in the depths of the realm's heart.

A tainted place.

Heavy with the Plague Father's pollution.

And its skies are blighted.

What are you seeking there?

This will lead me there?

It will.

You intend to go alone?

Hmm.

That does not seem wise.

[Hendrick] That's because it isn't.

This is not your concern, Hendrick.

Is it not?

Disregarding the fact my duty is to advise as well as obey...

Ignoring that such an expedition alone is a risk...

Excepting all of that,

how could a friend not be concerned.

This is not a sanctioned mission. It's personal.

I know. You're hunting memories.

Not just memories.

A Kurnothi hunter brought me this from the Ghyran Heartlands.

Hmm.

What is Thyr?

Not what, who.

I can't remember, but...

I think, before, I was close to finding out who I was.

Who I am.

[sighs]

Thyr...

I've been having dreams of her.

Of how she died.

-Neave... -I think she is...

I think she was me.

It's as if it's calling to something inside of me...

And now she's shown you where Thyr lived?

No, where she died.

[sighs]

Neave, I've said this before. Leave the past alone.

Who you are now is all that matters. This...

this quest for the past will only break you apart.

The Anvil takes what it takes.

Accept that. Accept the present.

I can't.

I need to know who I was, Hendrick.

You can't give me my past.

No one can.

I have to find it myself.

[Hendrick sighs]

I see that my counsel will not stop you.

I will face the consequences,

just as I will face whatever is out there.

But I am going.

[grunts softly]

And I'm coming with you.

Don't even think of arguing.

Thank you, old friend.

Tell no one of this.

[tense ominous music]

[distant howling, screeching]

[hostage gasping, coughing]

[whimpering]

[groaning]

[gasps]

The pain ends...

They left me impaled on the trees I had tended.

They forced me to watch as everything I had grown, rotted.

[whimpers]

They forced me to listen as hunger and plague

consumed those who still lived.

Do you know what it sounded like?

[metallic clang]

Not cries, not pleading.

Just air passing through blistered throats,

bubbling in lungs filling with pus...

It sounded like water boiling dry over a fire...

then quiet falling,

one failed gasp at a time.

I did not die...

Hours, days, years...

all passed.

No heroes came to save me.

No golden god reached down to ease my pain.

My flesh withered and the tree grew through me...

It drank from the rot of my life and it sustained me.

[thunder rumbles]

[Thysis breathing heavily]

And as it did, I saw the truth.

Existence is cruel,

and the more you care, the more it will hurt.

You can either embrace that cruelty,

[Thysis sighs]

or you can be its victim.

And as I accepted that truth,

for the first time I knew that I would suffer no more.

[creature screeching]

[gasping]

Please...

It was a gift. Bitter, but true...

[woman groaning]

A gift I offer to you,

as it was offered to me.

The pain... will it really end?

It ends.

The suffering, though...

[sighs]

That is eternal.

[whimpering]

[tense dramatic music]

[thunder rumbles]

[Thysis] But that suffering will not be yours.

[grunts]

The taint of the Plague God lies heavy on this place.

You did not need to be here.

[sighs] We must be cautious, that is all.

It was different once...

I see few signs of defences,

no walls, just terraces for cultivation...

Foolish to build a settlement here.

This is the Heartland of Ghryan, the most stable part of the realm.

They thought they were safe...

They wanted to make a life.

You remember that?

I understand it.

I think we are close.

[thunder rumbles]

[dramatic music]

[gasping]

Neave... Where is Neave?

The Blacktalon-Prime is not here...

It's coming.

Plague and ruin. Coming here...

[Shakana gasps]

[Shakana gasping]

[breathing heavily]

[Rostus laughs]

Shakana! Light of Azyr, you're alive!

We thought the blighted skies would...

[Shakana grunts]

Neave... Where's Neave, Rostus?

I don't know. I haven't--

There are plague seeds coming to Hammerhal.

Shakana, steady. What are you talking about?

Before the Hag Queen cut my throat, she told me...

The Khainites did not kill our agent.

It was someone else.

Rostus, someone is coming.

Coming for Hammerhal.

But--

[door opens]

You must listen.

-Lorai, I-- -Now.

The plague fruit I took from the tainted human...

It's growing.

[Rostus] That can't be.

We killed the plague lord that created this fruit.

[Lorai] Orimos wasn't its creator.

He was a pawn.

Vindessa said the enemy was called Thysis.

Thysis?

He's bringing his plague seeds here. Now.

If Thysis is the creator of the fruit, we must kill him.

Yes. Kill the tree and the fruit withers.

And we save the people of Hammerhal.

We need Neave.

The Blacktalon-Prime went hunting for a dream...

What? Where's Hendrick?

The Silver Wolf watches her back.

Lorai, please.

Where are they?

The place that grew this fruit.

Hmm.

Then it must be a trap.

We go after her. Now.

What about the plague seeds?

What about the people of Hammerhal?

Get word to Lord-Commander Carthalos.

Tell him what's coming. Warn him.

-Shakana-- -Neave would come for us...

no matter what.

[screeching]

Thyr did not die here.

They were fleeing...

[people shouting, screaming]

Lives discarded.

Shouts, screams...

She protected them...

But she-

No... I. I could not hold all the enemy back.

I ran, and...

There was a shadow.

[heavy footsteps]

A horned shadow...

It was here.

[dramatic music]

The skies are cursed and blighted.

The storm will carry you to where she went, but not to her side.

We'll manage.

Remember. Carthalos.

With thunder and by lightning.

[electric buzzing]

Neave!

Neave, you need to stop.

You are losing hold of the present.

The Horned Shadow...

It came for me.

[blood splattering]

A murderer of heroes.

It came here because of me...

I am the reason it happened...

Neave. Don't go any further.

[suspenseful music]

I fought...

I tried to shield them, but...

[shrieks]

I fell, here.

But... I can still see it.

I shouldn't be able to... if I...

Neave, stop.

You need to stop. Please!

If I died here, why can I remember more?

Neave, go no further.

You don't need to remember more.

You are who you are.

[grunting]

[groans]

I was not her.

I was not Thyr.

I...

I am so sorry, Neave...

But you will not remember this.

[groaning]

[grunts]

[gurgling]

[sombre music]

[sombre music continues]

[thunder rumbles]

[Thysis] Revenge...

[dramatic music]

I have transcended life's lies and shackles,

but I confess the hunger for revenge still clings to me.

I don't see them...

Something isn't right here.

[distant rumbling]

Shakana!

Revenge is coming, though.

As it was promised to me.

[gasping]

[Rostus] Hendrick, what's happened?

Where's Neave?

[tense dramatic music]

There are no heroes.

Under every golden lie, there is a seed of darkness...

[rumbling]

[dramatic choral music]

And eventually,

[insects buzzing]

every seed bears fruit.

[roars]

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