The battlefield fell silent.
Yhorm's ashes drifted across the sky. He was everywhere now.
He had fulfilled his mission with his life, and because of that, the player could still see his fire-a tiny flicker beneath the cascading snow, blood, and ash.
The player thought everything was over, but it wasn't.
Because... "Trina" had received a request from Malenia.
At the site of Grace, [Talk to "Trina"].
Trina's voice faltered, her tone sounding unusually like Miquella's... Also, when had Trina gotten onto the player?
Trina: "...Everything is almost over, but my sister-Malenia has invited you to meet her. What do you think?"
She chose her words carefully. "In that fertile land, she grows countless crops... Generally, she's easy to talk to and has no ambitions. I don't know why she wants to see you, but I hope you'll go... My dear lord~"
The player selected [Accept "Trina's" request].
"Don't... Do your best. Thank you."
Had the player heard something strange? Had Trina said "don't"? Oh well, it didn't matter.
The player was teleported, and when their vision cleared again, the Tarnished stood at the edge of a golden wheat field.
["Land of Abundance"]
The wheat fields stretched as far as the eye could see. Golden ears of wheat swayed gently in the breeze, rustling.
Several farmhouses stood in the distance, cooking smoke curling upward in a picture of peace and tranquility.
This place was completely different from the rest of the Lands Between.
There was no war, no Scarlet Rot, and certainly no Frenzied Flame, none of those numb workers or utterly wicked factory owners. There were only rolling waves of wheat, pastoral scenery, brilliant sunshine, poetry, and distant horizons.
Yet, jarringly out of place amid this pastoral scenery, knights patrolled the paths crisscrossing the black soil. They were Malenia's