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Capítulo 22 - Albores de una nueva era

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  • With the destruction of Shambhala, the ambitions of those who slither in the dark are forever shattered. However, Rhea has suffered grievous injuries in the process.

    Yet certain mysteries remain unsolved, so Claude and the others approach Rhea, who is now confined to her room due to her wounds.

Eventos

Antes de la batalla

  • A military force bearing the Crest of Flames on its banner marches west to Garreg Mach from Shambhala, attacking nearby cities along the way.

    Rhea informs the Alliance that the enemy's general is none other than the ancient Fell King Nemesis. And so the Alliance army prepares for their final battle, hoping to put an end to Fódlan's blood- stained history.

  • Por el futuro de Fódlan

Durante la batalla - La liberación de Fódlan

Shambhala ha caído, pero entre las ruinas aparece por sorpresa un ejército misterioso que enarbola el estandarte del emblema de fuego y que comanda Némesis, el Rey Cruel, supuestamente muerto desde hace un milenio...

Un nuevo amanecer
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Sei solo uno stupido ragazzino.
Secondo me sei tu che hai vissuto troppo.
Ci penso io a sistemare le cose!
Non siete altro che insetti patetici!
Non avete il coraggio di affrontarmi in duello.
Eppure abbiamo la forza di superare i muri che ci dividono.
Di darci la mano in amicizia
e di aprire i nostri cuori
gli uni agli altri!
È così che vinceremo!
I libri di storia parleranno di questo giorno
come della nuova alba del Fódlan.
Ne sono certo.
Adesso tocca a te, prof.
Quanto a me...

Tras la batalla

  • A rising flame was alight as the flow of time carved a new history for Fódlan.

    The ambitions of the Fell King Nemesis were crushed, averting what could have been the greatest crisis in the history of Fódlan. After five and a half years of war, a new age was set to begin.

    Country, faith, history... All that had once formed the order of the world was wiped clean. The heroes whose very hands saved Fódlan from a dark fate commenced with the building of a new society.

    The leaders of this new, unified Fódlan began their walk down a seemingly endless path—one towards a world that would cherish differences in race and belief, one where all life would be valued equally.

    Those leaders clung to the hope that their path would not end with Fódlan, that it would someday span the seas to Dagda, and beyond the Throat to Almyra...