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Opening
Chromat crumbled — but the gaze that looked out from behind his brilliance will not release me.
I descend below the colors and below the Void — to where the world still remembers itself young. Here the walls are laid from others' names, and the Warden of Oblivion erases each one who enters.
Ending
The Warden fell, and for a moment I remembered what never happened to me.
From an erased name a warrior takes shape: Ortan, the First Blade. "I guarded this threshold before you. Now I will cut at your side."
The threshold is passed — but the deeper I go, the louder the Grey one calls.






