Tracker raised his sword, pointing its blade at the sky.
Light flowed along the blade, illuminating his face.
Tracker turned his head and looked at the player.
"...Say no more. I understand my mission now."
"You must have one too, don't you? How could a king have no will of their own? Hmm...perhaps you won't understand until the very end-your true nature."
He turned and took a few steps, then suddenly stopped and glanced back.
"Will you come with me? To see where my fate ends."
An option appeared on the screen.
The player had only one choice: [Of course.]
The cutscene ended, and a loading screen appeared.
After the loading screen, the player arrived at a dilapidated manor.
The manor was enormous, but in utter disrepair.
Broken furniture and rubble littered the ground, and an air of age washed over them.
Deep within the manor, a lone Site of Grace stood, giving off a golden glow.
The player activated the Site of Grace.
Then the player discovered a glowing sign on the ground.
A prompt appeared on the screen: [Accept the summons as Tracker's cooperator?]
The player selected [Yes].
The scene shifted.
A cutscene began.
Tracker stood in the middle of an empty hall, holding the golden sword. The light on its blade shone especially brightly in the dim hall.
Opposite him, someone lay prone on the floor.
The man was gaunt, draped in a tattered robe. A greatsword had been driven straight down through the top of his skull, its blade piercing his entire head. Dark red blood had already dried and crusted on the blade.
Midra lay on the floor, his body trembling slightly, as though enduring some immense pain.
His fingers clawed at the stone floor. His fingernails had worn through, leaving several bloody marks.
Tracker