" Glabados Murond. The once Holy Ground, that was sunken into the abysmal sea due to the acts of Lucavi. Thus, this place became known as Death City, Murond. Many ominous spirits of the dead, and those who are banished here to suffere enternal damnation inhabit this place. The former holy ground, is to be revived to its former state. The once prosperous, enchanted holy land it once were, before the Former Braves before us, and the Devil, Lucavi drove it to its demise. " This were his respone to his comrade, Lance. Knowing, that with this explanation alone, the dragoon would understand. There had been many times, when Akamatsu mentioned the sacred lands of this place, before it had been drove into its watery grave. Though, to actually be here themselves, were a totally different thing.
Not once, did he imagine it would look like this. Although, he were relatively close, this were far worse than what he thought it would look like. Ebony bone corpses, scattered all amongst the terra. Obviously, the bodies of the dead. The howl of banished spirits. The chaotic sound of lightning overhead. This place, were truly hell incarnate. Turning his head towards Lance and concentrating those cerulean optics upon him, he noticed the red stone he carried. A smirk were to then plaster upon his face. " So I see, you understand more than I thought. So you know what we must do. As the new braves of this generation. In order to completely become that of our ancestors, we must furfill our destiny. "
