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Having once again overcome the endlessly long ascent up the Infernal Throne, Ucon finds no familiar cavern ceiling above his head, but instead sees only a shadow—yet not the one that had attacked Chernika earlier; that one was small and struck precisely, while this one seemed enormous and all-consuming. It seemed that any moment it would devour not only both inhabitants of the throne, but the entire structure as well, and after it, all of Ikazkan.
- I should have known that one of the Nine would one day find a way here, but I sense no trace of *her* cunning malice in you, only inherited madness. Has the wind finally grown fresher and begun blowing in another direction?
- The air trembling in fear before fire is no reason; a satisfied regularity delights, delights the universe, but wounds on the fabric of existence are inevitable. Four hundred sixty-four steps remain.
- Ha-ha, that ending would have been reached without your intervention! I have no need for those memories, but the hour of change has come!
With a wave of Gekizo blazing with bright flame, Óna disperses the shadow, and the familiar red-and-black "sky" returns to Ucon's eyes.
- I should have known that one of the Nine would one day find a way here, but I sense no trace of *her* cunning malice in you, only inherited madness. Has the wind finally grown fresher and begun blowing in another direction?
- The air trembling in fear before fire is no reason; a satisfied regularity delights, delights the universe, but wounds on the fabric of existence are inevitable. Four hundred sixty-four steps remain.
- Ha-ha, that ending would have been reached without your intervention! I have no need for those memories, but the hour of change has come!
With a wave of Gekizo blazing with bright flame, Óna disperses the shadow, and the familiar red-and-black "sky" returns to Ucon's eyes.
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