Noctis tenebrae fortissima est, cum luna clarissima lucet.
The strange phrase was engraved on Crystal's mind.
She could not understand or speak the language of the ancients, but she somehow knew what this phrase meant.
The darkness of the night is strongest when the moon shines the brightest.
The spirits of the many who had willingly remained relinquished their earthly forms, for their vow and charge to end the war had been fulfilled.
They were being welcomed into the gentle embrace of the Aeonian Moon, whose light had never forsaken them in Unlife.
Erika watched, and she could see the heaven of those who had embraced the moon's blessings.
An eternal white world of beauty and nobility, where their long service beneath the curse found rest.
The world around them shifted as the Castle shrunk.
The mist throughout the region began to decrease, but a thick fog gathered right at the center. Though nothing stood within that dense fog, it was the doorway to the alternate dimension.
