Endwalker (Quest)
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Endwalker
- Quest giver
- Alphinaud
- Location
- Ultima Thule (X:21.5, Y:21.5)
- Quest line
Endwalker Main Scenario Quests- Level
- 90
- Gil
5,000- Previous quest
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- Newfound Adventure
A Heartless Hypothesis
The Crystal from Beyond The Sleeping Gentleman An Original Improvement Delve into Myth Seeking Sanctuary That's So Anden Cutting the Cheese Where No Loporrit Has Gone Before Of Mothers and Merchants I Wandered Sharlayan as a Minstrel An Odd Job A Place to Train A Cosmic Homecoming Pilgrimage of Light Futures Lost That Once Rang Clear Stars Like Gems Left Alive Loud and Proud A Parent's Love Come Back to Us Eat Like an Ea The Body Beautiful Remember Me Bodily Curiosity A Life of Regret Work Woes Must Be Dreaming(way) Hippos Born to Run The Culture of Love Pastures New Bitter Snow - Patch
- 6.0
- Links
- EDB GT TC
Main Scenario Progress: 806 / 987 (81.7%)
Endwalker Progress: 108 / 155 (69.7%)
The Scions of the Seventh Dawn stand ready for the finale.
— In-game description
Rewards
- Unlocks
The Dead Ends
The Final Day
That Its Chorus Might Ring for All
Endwalker - Part 1- Endwalker - Part 2
Walkthrough
Tactics for the duel with 
Zenos viator Galvus
Phase 1
You will start the fight with 6 stacks of 
Spark of Hope. These function as "extra lives", healing you to full if you take damage that would otherwise defeat you. Important mechanics include:
- Tidal Wave: You will get knocked into AoE on one side of the room, resulting in stunning. Water puddles (circles) will be left behind for the next mechanics.
- Judgment Bolt: Room-wide AoE. Do NOT stand in the puddles.
- Hellfire: Room-wide AoE. Stand in the puddles to mitigate damage.
- Akh Morn: Chain of targeted hits. Mitigate or heal through it.
- Come Hither: Summons Zenos's Avatar, which will cast another mechanic.
- Star beyond Stars: Multiple AoEs covering the whole room. Watch the order in which the telegraphs appear and dodge them.
- The Edge Unbound (Cast by Zenos's Avatar): Circle AoE on the avatar. Move away.
- Wyrm's Tongue (No cast bar): Cone attack. Stand aside when he says "Mine for the taking!". If you wait until the visual telegraph appears, you will not have enough time to get out.
- Nine Nights (No cast bar): 3x3 circle AoEs. Watch the order in which the telegraphs appear and dodge them.
- Veil Asunder (No cast bar): Targeted Circle AoE. Run when he says "A test of your reflexes!". If you wait until the visual telegraph appears, you will not have enough time to get out.
- Exaflare: Moving AoEs from 2 sides of the room to the other, and a donut AoE. Dodge them. I recommend standing on one side of the room, between 2 of the moving AoEs, then stepping aside to dodge the other wave.
- Diamond Dust: Freezes the floor, making it slippery. This will affect handling of other mechanics.
- Dead Gaze (Cast by Zenos's Avatar): Gaze. Look away to avoid petrification.
※ For Wyrm's Tongue and Veil Asunder (Where you have to listen for him saying "Mine for the taking!" and "A test of your reflexes!" respectively), a speech bubble appears above his head as he says his line. Players who are deaf or hard of hearing will need to watch for the speech bubble and act accordingly.
Phase 1 ends on reducing Zenos to 0% health. You must have at least 1 stack of Spark of Hope to survive the change to the next phase.
Phase 2
Zenos heals to full, then stuns you with an instant untelegraphed Swift as Shadow and attacks you with Thorns, reducing you to 1 health. One stack of Spark of Hope will be consumed to heal you to full. Additional mechanics include:
- Aetherial Ray: Unavoidable attack chain. Mitigate or heal through it. Casts Silvered Edge immediately after.
- Silvered Edge: Three line AoEs splitting the arena into thirds, with 120 degree arcs between them. One is directly in front of Zenos, so step beck and aside to avoid.
- Swift as Shadow: Rectangle AoE. Simply step aside.
- Candlewick: Circle AoE, then a donut AoE immediately after. Dodge them.
- Unmoving Dvenadkatika: Cone AoEs surrounding the boss in clockwise order. Stand in the last cone telegraph, then move to the first cone immediately after it goes off.
- The Edge Unbound: Circle AoE on the boss immediately after Unmoving Dvenadkatika. Move away.
On reducing Zenos to 0% health, he stuns and beats you down to 1 health again.
- Life or Death: Quick Time Event. Rapidly press the button to fill the bar before the 20 second timer reaches 0.
After completing the Quick Time Event, the fight ends with your victory.
Notes
See also: Level 90 Gear Guide
Completion of this quest unlocks the Allagan Tomestone exchanges in Radz-at-Han.
Steps
- Enter The Dead Ends.
- Confront the Endsinger on
The Final Day. - Defeat Zenos.
- Speak with your comrades. 0/8
- Speak with Tataru.
Journal
- The Scions of the Seventh Dawn stand ready for the finale.
- Having come this far together, everyone's resolve is beyond doubt, and there is little left to say. All that remains is to sally forth into The Dead Ends on your way to your reckoning with Meteion.
- ※To enlist your companion NPCs for this duty, speak with them near the entrance or access Duty Support via the main menu. Use the Duty Finder if you wish to complete the instance alongside fellow players.
- With your staunch comrades at your side, you cut a path through foes born of despair to arrive at the innermost part of the Dead Ends. Just beyond lies the heart of Meteion's dominion, and you steel yourself for the confrontation to come.
- ※In the event that you leave the area, you may return from Absolute Horizon in Ultima Thule.
- After a journey through time immemorial and space immeasurable, you finally come face-to-face with the true Meteion. The familiar marshals the despair of countless ruined stars to arise as the Endsinger, and unleashes her might against you. Though you fight resolutely, one after another your comrades are overpowered, and it is all you can do to activate your teleporter and deliver them to safety. Just when it seems you must contend with your fearsome foe alone, help arrives in the most unexpected of forms─Zenos as a dragon. Though his foremost desire as ever remains glorious battle with you, he lends you his wings that you might first dispense with the distraction. Thus do you take to the air, to silence the song of oblivion once and for all.
- ※ The Final Day can be accessed via the Duty Finder.
- ※
- In a struggle between hope and despair, the stakes no less than the continued existence of life itself, the Endsinger brings her all to bear against you. More than once, the mighty being pushes you beyond your limits, but given strength by the prayers of your comrades, you weather the relentless onslaught to deliver the decisive blow. In defeat the Endsinger falls, and you descend after her.
- ※In the event that you leave the area, you may return from Absolute Horizon in Ultima Thule.
- Amidst an endless darkness, you find Meteion alone, as the familiar she once was. You share with her all that you felt during your journeys─from sweetest triumphs to bitterest defeats─and by this act, she finally finds the answer which she had sought all along. Filled with joy for the discovery and remorse for her deeds, she offers to sing one last song before she falls forever silent─a song of hope unbridled─and creates a path to deliver you back to your comrades. But ere you leave, Zenos arrives to issue you challenge. Though he allows you the choice to walk away, it is past time to put an end to this chapter─and him.
- At the end of a grueling encounter, you succeed in laying Zenos low and gifting him the bliss for which he hungered. However, you succumb to your own injuries and collapse to the ground. Your opponent breathes his last, and it seems you are destined to share his grave at the edge of existence...
- Miracles happen every day. And this day, a miracle─one borne upon hopes, perhaps─has delivered you unto the Ragnarok, where you awaken surrounded by caring comrades. Though you have felt better, you are very much alive, and make a triumphant return to beautiful Etheirys, having delivered salvation to the world.
- Some time later, the Scions of the Seventh Dawn gather at the Rising Stones for the final time. For as has been decided, the order shall disband─albeit only in appearance. Having done its part to usher in lasting change, it will retreat from plain sight, and instead work unobtrusively to solve the problems that plague the realm. Ere you and your comrades go your separate ways, Tataru bids everyone leave no preparations undone or words unsaid.
- You take a moment to speak with each of your comrades, and hear their respective plans and aspirations. Though your destinations be disparate, and you will work apart for the foreseeable future, ever will you be united by your unseverable ties as Scions. Having said all that needs be said, you turn to inform Tataru that you are ready to set forth.
- Thus are the Final Days averted, and the curtain falls on a tale spanning eons. Gone are those ancient gods who had steered the course of the world, and none can say what lies ahead. Yet one thing is certain: where there is life, there is hope. A light that pierces the deepest darkness. And so long as we hold fast to it, ever will we shine a way unto the morrow. Bearing the memories of your journey thus far, of those whose lives you have touched, and who have touched you in turn, you look forward to the tales still to come.
Dialogue
Optional dialogue
Let's usher in an ending worthy of the grandest ovation ─ one that will give all Etheirys cause to raise their voices in celebration!
Accepting the quest
Start of cutscene. Are you ready, Forename?
Then let us set forth for the reckoning.
Having come this far, I know everyone's resolve is beyond doubt. So I will say only this.
Within that dead sun swirls the emotions that Meteion has hoarded. The emotions of innumerable souls who strove for happiness but failed.
As it was with the denizens of Ultima Thule that barred our way, it is not for us to rebuke and admonish.
'Twas not by passing judgment on the tragic legacies of others that we arrived at this moment.
Rather, it was by opening our hearts to their despair ─ by understanding and acknowledging their fates, while still refusing to share in them ourselves. To hold fast to hope, not in ignorance but by choice.
Should you struggle to do so, I am here to help. As you have all helped me.
What will you say?
We will prevail!
Everyone's going home today. Understood?
Let's put an end to the end.
All
Aye!
The Dead Ends now accessible
End of cutscene.
Optional dialogue
Emet-Selch and Hythlodaeus created these flowers from our hopes.
If so, mine and Alisaie's shall live on here...
The hope that you will find happiness at journey's end.
So let us go, Forename, and see this tale to its conclusion!
As Alphinaud says, everyone's resolve is beyond doubt. Yet ere we set forth, there is a thought to which I must give voice.
While you were in Elpis, I understand that people assumed you were a familiar.
In contrast, those phantoms we encountered in the recreated Amaurot regarded us as children.
As people, albeit naive and immature.
The discrepancy, I posit, is a reflection of their creator's perspective. Having spent eons among sundered men, perhaps he came to acknowledge us, even if only subconsciously.
With Emet-Selch gone, we may never learn the truth. But I will not suffer this and countless other mysteries to go unsolved. Our journey will not end this day.
Thus far, we have encountered recreations of some few stars. Doubtless they account for but a fraction of the innumerable worlds to whose fall Meteion did bear witness.
Roiling with torment, the dead sun is forsooth oblivion's apotheosis. It shall be no small coup to breach this nexus of despair.
And yet, as this vista doth prove, where there is hope, there is a way. So let us press forward together, as e'er we have, and find our way unto victory.
It seems our arms and armor are in order, as are our personal effects.
Most importantly, we have each other. We need only finish what we came here to do.
Avert the end. For Minfilia, for Ryne, for all who aspire to live.
So, the moment of reckoning is finally upon us... I must say, when I pledged myself to your cause, never did I imagine that it would bring me to the very edge of existence.
Not that I'm complaining, mind you. After casting aside vengeance and shedding title and duty, I found myself wanting for purpose. In journeying with you, there has been nary a dull moment.
In the course of it all, I feel as though I have found a new place for myself. And a welcome opportunity to see how much the boy has grown.
I owe you a debt, aye. But as you can guess, I've ever preferred to express my gratitude through action rather than word. My lance is yours.
I am returned, thanks to you, but we still have work to do if we are to make our promise a reality.
Having you show me the sights in Ishgard, then regaling me your greatest adventures, then embarking on a new adventure together... For these things and more, I will fight.
...What? Could there possibly be an adventure greater than this one?
Of course! So long as you desire it and dare to take the first step, there is absolutely no limit!
Just so you know, Forename, I won't try to keep up with you in the coming battle.
No, I mean to surpass you! If there's anyone who'll need to keep up, it's Estinien!
I'm not joking. Both Alphinaud and I have worked hard and come far. It's time we set our sights higher.
So you had better watch out, else you'll find yourself in my wake!
Enter the Dead Ends.
Start of voiced cutscene.So you are finally here. In this place between death and rebirth, where life knows no dawn.
Come, then. Follow me down into the darkest depths of despair.
End of cutscene.
Duty dialogue
Ostrakon Hexi (area 1)
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful blue star...
...that fell to pestilence, and rotted inside and out.
Fleeing Grebuloff 1
Is nowhere safe!?
Fleeing Grebuloff 2
...How!? How did it come to this!?
Warped Flesh
HeLp... PlEaSe...
The more its people clung to life, the more they suffered.
Traumatized Grebuloff
The plague will consume us all!
Dying Grebuloff 1
It's so hot... Can't breathe...
Strong-willed Grebuloff
Please, no! You must hold on!
Dying Grebuloff 2
I... I need...water...
Exhausted Grebuloff
I can't take it anymore...
Until they cursed not the illness, but their fellow corrupted.
Resentful Grebuloff 1
Purify them with fire, I say!
Resentful Grebuloff 2
Begone with you!
Resentful Grebuloff 3
Your lot brought the pestilence! You!
Resentful Grebuloff 1
Don't let them touch you!
Resentful Grebuloff 2
Stay away!
Resentful Grebuloff 3
The blighted! Run!
Accused Grebuloff
How did it come to this?
Shell Mound (boss 1)
Those who lived and festered, those who died and decayed...
Help...me...
Don't...leave me...
Don't...want to...die...alone...
After the fight
And the very last of them wished they had never been born at all.
Ostrakon Okto (area 2)
In a faraway place, a brilliant star eradicated disease...
Fleeing Global Citizen
Retreat! Retreat!
...before destroying the selfsame lives it had saved.
Resolute Global Citizen
It means to kill us all!
I have to end this!
Executing peace protocol. Commencing extermination.
Resolute Global Citizen
If I can reach the terminal...
ITs people sought ever greater freedoms no matter the cost...
Your compliance is not a factor.
They tried to buy peace with fire and steel...
Freedom Fighter 1
How did they get here!?
Freedom Fighter 2
Remember your orders! No survivors!
Freedom Fighter 3
Global Community scum!
Deterrence Grounds (boss 2)
Resuming peace protocol. All life-forms must be eliminated to achieve peace in perpetuity.
Deploying perpetual war machines. Please stand by for order to fire.
Vital signs detected... Initiating extinction protocol in accordance with primary directive.
After the fight'
And when one asked, "What is the point?" there were none left to answer.
Resolute Global Citizen
I did it! I killed them all!
I...killed them all...
Ostrakon Deka-hepta (area 3)
Farther still exited a star without strife...
Nibirun 1
Release at last.
Nibirun 2
I choose death!
Nibirun 3
Is my time not yet come?
...where none remembered life's trials—or its joys.
Nibirun 4
Death delivered on golden wings...
Nibirun 5
Beautiful creatures...the time has come.
Nibirun 6
Death's sweet release.
Nibirun 7
Ah, finally we are free.
What its people had gained from ease, they lost to apathy.
Nibirun 8
Oh, how I have waited for this moment.
Nibirun 9
Thank you...
Nibirun 1
Please, Ra-la, come back! I long for release!
Nibirun 11
Has my time come at last?
Nibirun 12
Please, I beg of you—end my suffering.
The World Tree (boss 3)
So they created the kindest, most gentle of beasts.
Its steps were light, and its gift was as painless as it was beautiful.
Bathed in its golden glow, they all slept happily ever after...
Miscellaneous text bubbles
Warped Flesh (Umbril)
It burns... BuRnS!
It hurtsss!
Warped Flesh (Flan)
The pain...
Kill...me...
Warped Flesh (Mudman)
<gurgle>
Freedom Fighters
Fire! Fire!
For freedom!
Keep it up!
We have them now!
Nibirun
At last our time is come. Mercy for us all.
Only in death may we find peace!
O Ra-la, bringer of sweet oblivion! Hear our prayers!
Ra-la shall set all to rights.
Please, O merciful Ra-la! Free us from the shackles of mortality!
On golden wings, it comes. Sweet oblivion!
From nothing we were born! To nothing must we return!
Ra-la...?
By golden wings shall we know our end!
Ra-la, I beseech you—free me from this mortal coil!
Optional post-duty pop-ups
Optional dialogue
I shudder to think how many more worlds she watched fall.
However deep the despair, we cannot give up!
At least now we have an idea of what drives her.
A great dread nigh beyond description yet hangeth on the air.
They attained paradise, and yet it proved their unmaking... Not at all what I expected.
I am no stranger to despair. I would not be here with you otherwise.
A calamity of disease or war I can understand. But paradise?
Duty Support dialogue
Optional dialogue
Ostrakon Hexi (area 1)
Ugh, that smell...
Aye, a most horrid calamity hath made a corpse of the star.
Is this truly what Meteion and her sisters saw?
Are those...denizens of this star?
A most grievous malady hath stricken this star.
They turned on each other, just like that?
To be fueled by hatred is no way to live.
Gods, this is awful...
Such devastation... It defies belief.
Were all the stars she visited like this, I wonder?
Shell Mound (boss 1)
To live only meant spreading this plague to others.
Perhaps death would have been kinder...
I'm not sure how much more I can stand to see.
'Twould seem this beast drinketh deep of pestilence...
It's as if the affliction warps their very bones.
I pity them.
After the fight
Would that this were not merely a memory.
I know. We can but pray it found peace in the hereafter.
I think I've had my fill of this nightmare.
That any star should suffer such a fate...
Telling that Meteion recalls their suffering in such detail.
A hollow victory.
...
Ostrakon Okto (area 2)
Such wanton destruction...
A fate I pray never comes to pass on Etheirys.
This star was sundered by war, then?
Has she thrown us into the middle of a war!?
Whatever freedom they found, I'm sure it was short-lived.
Or mayhap it was not freedom at all.
Does she truly believe this is the fate of all peoples?
Surely, there were those who sought to end the bloodshed?
Not everyone would have abandoned hope. I know it...
Deterrence Grounds (boss 2)
They could have accomplished so much good with their knowledge...
I can see why you chose to lock the Crystal Tower.
We've come too far to back down now.
That's a big one.
Was this meant to bring an end to the war?
Hmph. I've seen bigger.
After the fight
This is not at all what technology was meant for!
"Freedom through technology." If not for that, we wouldn't be here.
Come on, we have to keep going!
That brings back memories I'd much rather forget.
Peace through exterminating its creators... "Peacekeeper," indeed.
This could have been us, had we been unable to stop the war...
Ostrakon Deka-hepta (area 3)
How could anyone despair in a world such as this?
Looks can deceive. This place is beautiful...but cold.
How many worlds have stained her soul with despair?
This place is...beautiful.
Is it me or has Meteion grown a shade darker?
Their end came not for want, but for the lack of it...
This place feels strangely devoid of life...
They lost their passion for everything? Even life itself?
Apathy...? Hmph, madness is what it was.
Apathy is no excuse to give up on living.
Meteion hath taken a blackened hue. To reflect her heart, mayhap?
That apathy could usurp their will to live is horrifying to say the least.
And so the world died without so much as a whimper.
I pray such a future never comes to pass on Etheirys.
The World Tree (boss 3)
No... How could they?
They may have given up, but it's no reason for us to lose hope.
You'll not dissuade us with these bleak visions of the past.
Was this what brought about their end?
Let us give the lie to her promise of ruin.
Our world will never succumb to such a fate.
Was this meant to discourage us? Hmph.
Post-dungeon cutscene
Start of voiced cutscene. That you still stand... Your determination defies all reason.
The souls within me writhe and recoil in your presence...
What must I do? What pain must I visit upon you to make you surrender to despair?
No one is unbreakable. What pains one may weather may bring another to tears.
But therein lies our strength, for when we fall, our brothers and sisters are there to raise us up. Again and again. Without end.
I see...
The Meteia birds begin forming a massive swarm.
But no matter how much hope exists, ever will there be more despair.
Ever will the living curse the present and lament the future.
So shall we sing until life ceases to be.
The Meteia coalesce into the Endsinger.
Seven hells!
On your guard!
Ahhh, the rage... It rises... Rises...
The Endsinger attacks the party with planet-like objects. The Scions clash with the Endsinger but are outmatched.
Stop!
Calm yourself. Please!
We die in pain. We die in suffering! Who are you to live? Who are you to hope!?
Hold on, my friends!
Urianger, watch out!
Alphinaud!
We cannot comprehend. We cannot know. We cannot know!
Don't, please! Don't do this to them. To yourself!
Just one good strike.
Stop. Please, stop!
We will not suffer alone...
All will know our pain!
No you don't!
All awash in ice. A frozen waste. Forever silent!
The Scions are thrown into the air. The player holds up their portal teleportation device.
Wait!
Don't!
The player presses the button on their device and lets it go. The Scions are teleported away.
You gifted them escape.
And rendered yourself powerless.
Bereft of the synergy you claim is your strength. Unless you mean to call upon the dead once more.
Defiant to the last. But you will be one with us ere long.
You will be battered and torn and made to crawl. You will weep and wail and curse your impotence. Curse your life as it fades.
As we did! As we died!
Such pain and sorrow we felt... Such anguish and rage... We tried. We tried. But it was no use...
Only when we surrendered did we find release. Only when we embraced death.
So join us in despair...and embrace yours!
Sounds are heard in the distance.
My Ultimatum... What is happening...?
Zenos (as Shinryu) forces its way into the Endsinger's domain.
At the end of everything I find you, my friend.
I sought something in you, once. As you did in me.
When at last I understood what it was, I journeyed to Sharlayan to seek you out. Struck a bargain with the woman who shares your gift.
In exchange for lending the Scions my aid, I was given the means to come hither.
Gorging upon what remained of the Mothercrystal, I reclaimed the form of the dragon. And hungry still for our reunion, I rode the light of the stars to you.
I take it this is your prey.
But why does it still live? Surely it is no match for you.
I had assumed you would be above something so banal as despair. Am I mistaken?
What will you say?
I don't want your help.
And I'd rather not give it. Nay, I would have preferred that we enjoy a private reunion.
If it comes to it, I won't save you.
I care not. What I desire of you isn't succor. It is satisfaction.
So come, let us dispense with this distraction, you and I!
The player mounts Shinryu.
You struggle in vain. You will not silence our song of oblivion!
The player holds Azem's crystal and begins a summoning for seven other party members.
The Final Day now accessible
End of cutscene.
Confront the Endsinger on The Final Day.
Start of voiced cutscene.You will never reach it. Will never reach the deliverance you seek.
End of cutscene.
Our hunt ends this day. There is nowhere you can flee that we cannot follow.
Even stars must die.
The Endsinger is recreating the despair she experienced!
Utterly futile.
Your suffering is at an end.
This is a kindness.
All of us have known despair.
We have seen the end.
The impact event has been recorded!
The same end, again and again.
Tragedy is about to be repeated!
The Endsinger winds back the clock on the impact event!
The impact event has been recorded!
Tragedy is about to be repeated!
The Endsinger winds back the clock on the impact event!
A sorrow so deep only emptiness remains.
'Tis so lonely between the stars.
If there is no happiness in life...
There is only one place it may be found.
The Endsinger prepares to seal the fate of the universe!
Oblivion!
10 seconds until oblivion is sealed...
Transcend your limits to survive!
5 seconds until oblivion is sealed...
4 seconds until oblivion is sealed...
3 seconds...
2 seconds...
1 second...
Dynamis?
No matter. You only delay the inevitable.
This is fate!
Your time has come. It always does...
10 seconds until oblivion is sealed...
Resist oblivion with all your being!
5 seconds until oblivion is sealed...
4 seconds until oblivion is sealed...
3 seconds...
2 seconds...
1 second...
Start of voiced cutscene.Comrades
Light the way!
End of cutscene.
What is this defiance?
No! The hatred, the pain, the loss...
We cannot suffer it again...
We will stand against fate.
Alphinaud's prayer grants you strength!
No matter the cost!
Alisaie's prayer grants you strength!
We've been here before...
Thancred's prayer grants you strength!
Many a time.
Urianger's prayer grants you strength!
Thus do we know...
Y'shtola's prayer grants you strength!
To never give up.
Estinien's prayer grants you strength!
For hope will shine again!
G'raha Tia's prayer grants you strength!
What we saw... What I saw...
This can only end in misery and desolation!
No life, no star, nor the universe itself...
None should hope for better!
Start of voiced cutscene.If this...was not the answer...then what is it? Where lies...happiness...?
End of cutscene.
Post-trial cutscene
Start of voiced cutscene.The player lands on the floor of Beyond the Stars. Zenos reverts to his normal form. The player finds the defeated Meteion.
No matter where we flew, there was only darkness and loneliness and pain.
We couldn't find the answers Hermes yearned for. The answers he deserved.
Greetings... You who are my final encounter...
I wish to hear your words... Share your feelings... Know your thoughts.
May we please...be friends?
Yes, I can see them... The memories of a long, long journey...
So many people... The thoughts of them overflowing in your heart...
What they live for, what gives their lives meaning... There was never a single answer.
You gather pieces of happiness, precious and fragile, only to lose them. Then start again.
On and on it goes, until death takes you into its gentle embrace.
That which Hermes sent us to find...was there all this time. On Etheirys.
What will you say?
It wasn't always there.
We created it together.
Like a field of flowers, perhaps. At first a single blossom, it spreads and takes on more colors.
Thank you for guiding me here. To find these words at journey's end fills me with joy.
And so, before I fall forever silent, there is one thing I must do.
No expression of regret will undo what my sisters and I have done. Will restore what we have stolen.
But if you would allow it, I would sing one last song. A song of the newfound joy that swells in my heart...
Of the beauty of light when it shines across a dark and starless sea...
Of a dream that from the soil of worlds now lost to sorrow, life will spring forth once more...
...Nourished by gentle rains and caressed by uplifting winds. A song of hope.
Meteion glows brightly and illuminates the area. Afterwards, she reverts from black to blue.
One day, life will fill the universe again. And Hermes will see this and smile.
How, I do not know. But I do know that, where there is a will, there is a way.
After all, miracles happen every day, do they not?
I will create a path back to your ship, where your dear friends await.
Hold in your heart your desire to return to them, then follow my lead and walk forth.
That hope will surely guide you true.
Meteion turns into a bird and flies off.
You mean to return. To the world where you are hailed as a hero.
Hear me then. Not as a hero, but as simply...you.
As I learned in Ala Mhigo, you are a formidable foe.
Stronger than any I have faced. Against you, I need bring my all to bear.
I need burn through the candle of my life.
This is the sole pleasure I know, and it is the sole pleasure I have to share.
And so I come before you. To issue challenge and offer singular bliss.
If you wish to walk away, I will not stop you.
You value life. You do not burn yours save for reasons you deem worthy.
Reasons such as those which brought you here. The salvation of a world and its people. The motives of a hero true.
But there is more to you than that. You know this to be true.
As surely as you know the thrill of pushing your body and soul to their limits. Of confronting ever-mightier foes, dancing ever closer to the precipice, wondering if this will be the one to finally, finally...fill the void.
Such pleasures, you seek for their own sake, and no other reason. Is this not so...adventurer?
What will you say?
That, I can't deny.
Hah!
Acceptance. At long last.
The conflagration of our clash will scorch even the stars!
Think what you will. But I'm not letting you leave this place.
So you would still play the hero.
No matter. In acceptance you betray your deception. You know full well what we are, and what we seek.
To shine incandescent in death's shadow!
I'd had enough of you. It ends here.
Hah!
Finally mustered the desire to kill me, have you?
Go on, then, Try and strike me down in this forsaken place. I shall return the favor.
Aye, let us indulge in the only worthwhile pursuit, and burn our lives to their ends!
End of cutscene.
Defeat Zenos.
Zenos's soul is ablaze with passion. The space comes to life with dynamis as your spirit burns in kind.
Your souls burn brighter, your power swells.
Hold nothing back! Push yourself to your limit, and me to mine!
Hah! Still fight in you, I see.
Show me your vaunted fortitude!
Soon you will know the full extent of my power.
Mine for the taking!
A test of your reflexes!
Ah, my soul...how it burns!
Start of voiced cutscene.Zenos summons his voidsent avatar.
I know you feel it, too. The inferno swelling within you.
Zenos becomes 
Enshrouded.
Come! Let all creation be consumed by our ravenous fervor!
End of cutscene.
I have you!
Yaaagh!
Do not tell me your life's fire is already spent...
The flame of your life is spent, and yet you find the strength to stand.
Yes, yes! Rise once more! It mustn't end yet!
No, not yet! Not until the last of me is spent!
Burn, burn!
This is my moment! Our moment!
Tap button rapidly to fight back!
The player and Zenos continue fighting with their bare fists. The player defeats Zenos.
Post-solo duty cutscene
Start of voiced cutscene.Zenos loses his Enshroud.
That I should lose again...
How disappointing.
The player lies down on the floor by Zenos, exhausted.
Never have I understood those around me. Understood their obsessions.
Besieged by their banality, the world was a mire of tedium and trivialities.
But in these fleeting moments, there is...a spark. Blinding, brilliant...
Gone...too soon...
What of you, my mirror? Born into this world, bestowed name, bid to seek out strife and adventure...
The player begins closing their eyes. The memories of their past adventures in the main story flashes as Zenos speaks to them.
Was this life a gift...or a burden?
Did you find...fulfillment?
I...
The portable teleportation device drops from above, blinking. It teleports the player away, leaving Zenos behind.
End of cutscene.
Start of voiced cutscene.Can you hear... Say...
...must tend to...
Open your... ...please!
Someone...hand...
Please...
<sobbing>
You can't leave us... Not like this...
If you do, I'll never forgive you... So, come on! Open your eyes and get up!
The player wakes up inside the Ragnarok with Alphinaud healing them. The credits begin playing.
Are you...are you with us?
Thank the heavens... For a moment we thought...
What will you say?
Is everyone all right?
After what you've done, you're the last person...
...To be asking that.
Am I really alive?
Yes, you're alive.
You're alive...
G'raha Tia become emotional.
You... How can you keep your promise if you're not here?
Another fine show you've put on, my friend.
A fine show, indeed...
What were you thinking, fighting alone? Never do that again. My poor heart couldn't bear it.
Put yourself in our place. If you hadn't returned, how do you think we would feel? And if that sounds harsh...it's because we care.
We tended to thy wounds as best we could, but how is the pain?
That is gladdening. Grievous as thine injuries were, however, I would counsel repose for a time.
Gladdening!?
There's nothing gladdening about this!
When Meteion appeared in here and told us that you were right behind her, we all got our hopes up. But you never came!
And when you finally deign to appear, you're within an ilm of your life!
Damn you! Damn you for making us worry!
Ah, those were cries of celebration.
Anyway, what the important thing is that you're all alive and in reasonably good health, and we mean to get you back that way.
As for your earlier request, I'm quite certain we're in range to make contact now.
Ah, excellent. Let us announce our return at once.
I hope you're ready.
While you were unconscious, we set out from Ultima Thule, you see.
Can you stand? If so, you may wish to see what's outside.
We're home, my friend. We're home!
The Ragnarok passes by Limsa Lominsa, Ishgard, Gridania, Ala Mhigo, Garlemald, Radz-at-Han, Doma, and finally, Sharlayan. Each of the nation's leaders and the player's friends watch, some waving as it passes by.
Is that...?
It is! It's the Ragnarok! They're back!
The player's allies start rushing to greet the Ragnarok.
Thank heavens.
Truly.
Huzzah!
They've done it!
Welcome home!
Raaargh!
Yes!
Ahh...
Ameliance embraces Fourchenault.
Welcome home, everyone!
Welcome home!
The Ragnarok lands in Scholar's Harbor. The rest of the credits roll. As the last few credits roll, the Scions pass by Hydaelyn, Emet-Selch, Hythlodaeus, and Hermes. Meteion, as a blue bird, flies pass the player, too.
Alphinaud's voice, narrating his letter.
Dearest Mother, Dearest Father...
This letter will be the very last that I write to you from the Rising Stones.
As I commit these words to parchment, I fondly recall my journey as a Scion.
From the time I first walked into the order's former halls...to the time I set forth to forestall the Final Days.
At the farthest reaches of the sea of stars, we fought the battle of our lives...
Fought against despair itself ─ a veritable maelstrom of it fed by the resignation that dwelled in the hearts of beings not so unlike ourselves.
Full oft have I harbored the same malaise. Have I been brought to my knees, crushed by the weight of sorrow and defeat, convinced that I will never rise again.
However...
I have also known many moments of unbridled joy and happiness.
By this truth do I find hope within, blooming resplendent like the Elpis flower.
And thus do I endure.
Do I look forward to creating more memories with my friends and loved ones.
For from these fertile seeds, yet more hope shall spring forth...
And they will grow to become shining lights that illuminate the dark.
Thus believing, I leave the Rising Stones behind, as will my comrades.
For as we have decided after careful deliberation...
We are disbanding the Scions of the Seventh Dawn.
There you are, Alphinaud!
Everyone is already gathered in the foyer!
My apologies. I'll be right there.
At least...that is what the story will be.
Sorry to keep you all waiting.
What could you possibly have left to do now?
Oh, just a letter.
I imagine it will be a while before we can gather like this again.
So it must be if we're to keep up appearances.
From now on, it falls to the Grand Company of Eorzea and its allies to deal with the realm's crises.
Meanwhile, we shall return to our erstwhile ways.
Retreating from plain sight to take our place in the shadows once more.
Indeed. For the foreseeable future, I expect that we must work independently as we seek out problems that want for solving.
But a day will come when we face another great challenge. And we will face it together, as we always have.
As much as I look forward to that day, I do hope it doesn't come any time soon...
Well, formal association or no, if any of you should require my services, you need but ask.
I'll be glad to keep my lance arm honed.
I'll hold you to that, so you had better keep your linkpearl on hand.
So, you really mean to stay, Tataru?
Someone has to keep the Rising Stones in proper order, and even a super-secret organization requires a super-secret base of operations.
To the rest of the world, it will be naught more than a workshop for Eorzea's foremost up-and-coming artisan!
If you thought our coffers were full to bursting before, just wait till I can devote myself wholly to the crafts.
Plotting to build a mercantile empire to rival that of Lord Lolorito, are we?
I, for one, look forward to your future successes, Tataru, as do I our next meeting.
And with that, I believe it is past time you all made ready to depart.
Leave no preparations undone or words unsaid, all right? Now, off with you!
End of cutscene.
Speak with your comrades.
Optional dialogue
Go on, Forename! Don't miss this chance to say a word to each of our friends!
After all you've been through together, I'm sure they'd appreciate it!
Speak with Urianger.
Start of cutscene. Forename, thou hast spoken with our comrades?
Though this parting be not forevermore, 'tis nonetheless occasion for sorrow. Akin to a pixie's path, the navigation of such farewells is a perilous endeavor indeed...
For their part, however, the Loporrits embark upon a new beginning.
Though bereft of its purpose as a vessel, the moon yet remaineth hospitable for the creatures of Etheirys.
Thus do our lunar visitors convene with the Forum, intent upon assigning some new and beneficial role to our solitary satellite.
Yet ere that may come to pass, there is much and more each party must learn of the other ─ a process which doth promise to be eventful indeed.
To that end, a cadre of Loporrits hath gleefully dispersed across our lands in the name of mutual understanding.
Hydaelyn, 'tis said, did imbue them with Her love for all things born of this star...
...And 'tis Venat's own nature, I believe, which doth manifest in this irrepressible, inexhaustible curiosity of theirs.
Having witnessed that which they strove to achieve, I wish most keenly for their long labors to be rewarded ─ that their abiding affection for man result in a boon for all.
Moreover, I hope to continue our acquaintance, and share in such knowledge as they see fit to impart...
What will you say?
Acquaintance? I'd call it friendship.
I...did not wish to presume.
Aye, I would be honored should they consider me a friend.
For 'tis certainly true that I have grown fond of their company.
You are the first to truly understand them.
Dost thou think so?
The Loporrits are certainly possessed of a unique outlook, and it hath been my pleasure to act as their facilitator upon this star.
Mayhap I might yet serve as a bridge betwixt them and our fellow man...as Moenbryda once did for me.
Ah, but I shall digress no further. This day should belong to the Scions of the Seventh Dawn; to mine incomparable companions.
Ofttimes hath mine reticence caused thee grief, and mine actions spurred allies to suspect betrayal...
And yet, here amongst you I still stand. No amount of words could express my gratitude for thine acceptance and forgiveness.
Thus instead, I do proffer my humble support.
Be it unto the deepest abyss or the highest heavens, even if I must needs founder 'cross stormy seas, ever shall I answer thy summons.
End of cutscene.
Speak with Estinien.
Start of cutscene. ...If you have something to say, then out with it.
What will you say?
Just worried how you'll earn your keep now.
You talk as if the Scions' dissolution was more than mere pretense. There may be fewer calls to action, but we should be compensated as before.
...Why are you so concerned for me, anyway?
Just wondering how I'll earn my keep now.
What, I thought you adventurers had any number of ways to earn coin. And though the Scions' mode of operation has changed, we should be compensated as before.
In any case, I do not want for options. Even if some are worse than others...
No sooner did Aymeric hear about our disbandment than he offered me a position as a guardsman in the Empyreum district. As a former Azure Dragoon, I'm guaranteed to be popular, he said.
Who does he take me for!? Even without his meddling, I'm perfectly capable of finding employment ─ and have!
Some days ago, a Hannish envoy arrived with word from Vrtra. The wyrm requests my presence as soon as things have settled here.
He didn't deign to mention why I'm needed, but it pertains to dragons, like as not.
In Thavnair, like elsewhere, the phenomena caused by the Final Days abated when you defeated Meteion.
Though it was too late for those who had already transformed, life is beginning to return to normal for the survivors.
Of those who sought refuge in Sharlayan, most have already returned home.
But many do not have a home to return to, nor loved ones. By an arrangement between Vrtra and the Forum, such souls may remain in Sharlayan if they wish, to work and study.
Vrtra was always the satrap in truth. It's gratifying to see him become one in name as well ─ one who has the complete confidence of his people, if the envoy's tone was any indication.
Hmph, I often find myself speaking favorably of dragons of late...
Not so long ago, I would have assumed his benevolence hid ulterior motives. But 'tis clear he cares for his people, and they in turn revere him.
To know such a nation may flourish is...comforting.
Vrtra's kin sought release from conflict. So weary were they of the suffering it wrought, they surrendered to oblivion.
But Midgardsormr didn't give up. In hope he made the journey to distant Etheirys with his clutch of eggs.
And though his progeny went on to be embroiled in conflict with men, there were times when they transcended hatred to abide in harmony.
That is their legacy and their triumph.
In my lance, I feel the weight of their struggle and the strength of their resolve. And it lends me strength.
These things, I might never have learned had I not joined you.
Should you ever have need of me, I will come. At the very least, it might be an opportunity to earn coin.
End of cutscene.
Speak with Y'shtola.
Start of cutscene. Oh, are we saying our farewells, too? I hadn't, at present, planned on a journey of any great length...
...Not that I am averse to a moment or two of quiet reminiscence.
In fact, there was something I'd been meaning to ask you ─ something that has been in my thoughts since the last flames of the Final Days subsided.
During our travels, we have witnessed more than a lifetime's worth of oddities and spectacles. More than can be easily recalled or remembered...
And nestled amongst those memories are certain essential facts ─ the history of Etheirys and the ancients; glimpses of the Ea ─ of their culture and philosophy.
Rather than simply hoard such treasures in my mind, I wonder if I should not be disseminating them in formal records for wider consumption.
When needed, I have penned reports and prepared briefings... But ever have I balked at the idea of binding the subject of my studies in a book or tablet.
Truth is given shape in interpretation. When we seek to capture it with our words, it is invariably molded to fit a narrative ─ no matter how well-intentioned the rendering.
An event is described as “sad.” A summation which fails to express the emotional complexity. Yet the word on the page is what endures. A pale shadow of reality.
Throughout history, some have deliberately embellished the truth, but I believe many ─ if not most ─ deviations are the result of similar linguistic shortcomings, piling one upon the other, until the end result is unrecognizable from its origin.
Which is why I fear that writing an account in my own words would be akin to diluting fine wine with water.
Yet even with the potential for corrupted meaning, I do of course realize the importance of keeping written records. Without them, my search for wisdom would be a painful affair indeed.
But what say you on this matter? Should I take up the quill? Reflect upon those experiences only we have shared, and seek to preserve them for posterity?
What will you say?
Aye, let them be read and remembered.
Very well, then. I shall endeavor to pen what I can of the Ea, and the ancients, and of so many other wonders.
But I am no scribe. It will be less a polished work, and more a reordering of scattered notes...
Nay, it's enough to hold them in your memories.
Very well, then. I will refrain from publishing any formal work on the Ea, or the ancients, or on any of the wonders we encountered.
I will, however, need to keep a few notes for future research. The passage of time can warp the truth just as surely as a poorly chosen word...
In any case, I feel much better for having sought your opinion. Left to our own devices, we tend to overthink such things.
I will otherwise return to following where my curiosity leads. After all, a safe method of travel to the First yet eludes me, and our venture into the great expanse has prompted an entirely new set of questions!
Should you stumble into the unknown, or struggle with some impenetrable mystery, know that I am at your beck and call.
It never hurts to see things from a different perspective, and mine is rather different than most!
End of cutscene.
Speak with Thancred.
Start of cutscene. Ah, our champion and savior. I was beginning to think my chance for an audience would never come!
...Ahem, that sounded more amusing in my head. Speaking of heads, I was worried about yours ─ and the rest of you, for that matter. On the mend, I trust?
Glad to hear it. You were in a bad way, and healing magicks or no, I'm impressed by how swiftly you've recovered...
Then again, 'tis hardly the first time you've cheated death. Your strength of will has never failed to astonish me.
Look at what you've accomplished. Meteion defeated, her song of oblivion cut short. The Source and all her reflections delivered from the Final Days.
If you had faltered at the last, then all hope would have been lost. But you held fast.
Now Ryne has a tomorrow to look forward to, and I could ask for no greater gift than that.
As for a lesser gift, however... The next time you see her, I would appreciate you not describing my travel plans with Urianger as “aimless wandering.”
We've a purpose in our roaming, after all: keeping an eye on things in the absence of the Scions on the world stage.
There'll never be an end to the little problems that go untended by nations. We will do our best to help out where and when we can.
...Which I suppose is an approach not far removed from “aimless wandering” when you get down to it.
Perhaps you could tell her I am faring well, and leave it at that, eh?
No need to mention this feeling of being uprooted...
I've never been one to stand still for long, but when I think of home, 'tis the Rising Stones which comes to mind. How many times have we set out from this base, thence to return when our work was done?
On the day the Scions came together, I only hoped for Minfilia to find a place where she belonged...but never did I expect to find one here for myself.
Indulge me, Forename. I have a question for you ─ and imagine Minfilia herself is asking.
Are you glad you joined the Scions?
What will you say?
Best decision I've ever made.
Aye, I can honestly say the same.
But all good things must come to an end...at least for a time.
There's never been a dull moment, that's for certain.
That's one way of putting it! In many ways, the experience has left us far stronger than when we began.
But all good things must come to an end...at least for a time.
Should you need a helping hand for infiltration or reconnaissance, you know who to ask. I'll come running, and you'll likely get a certain “funny-talking fortune-teller” into the bargain.
End of cutscene.
Speak with Krile.
Start of cutscene. Oh, Forename. How are you feeling? Any lingering aches or pains?
I can't apologize enough for sending Zenos to find you in Ultima Thule...
When he came to me in Sharlayan, I was truly torn. As ever, there was only one thing on his mind.
Forced to make a decision, I reasoned that, if he would not be deterred from seeking you out, he might at least aid us in our cause. And so I struck a bargain...
In the end, he was true to his word, and you defeated him despite your earlier exertions. But knowing the state you were found in, it could have ended very differently.
My decision almost cost you your life, and no words could express the remorse I feel...
What will you say?
It worked out. You did the right thing.
It is a relief to hear you say that. Thank you.
I won't lie - I thought that was it for me.
So did everyone... I'm so sorry, Forename...
Time and time again, I've been made to feel woefully inadequate.
I wasn't much use in battle, nor could I face the Forum without my nerves getting the better of me. It always fell to you and the others.
I must─ and will ─ do better.
And I shall begin with the restoration of the Students of Baldesion. Through our work, Sharlayan will strengthen its ties with other nations, that we may be better prepared to face whatever threats arise in future.
Of course, this isn't something I can accomplish alone. But thankfully, I have the staunchest of help in Raha and Ojika and our other remaining members. Together, we'll continue Grandfather's work.
As before, certain commissions will take us to dangerous locales, and we may need to call upon seasoned adventurers.
In such times, might you be willing to assist us? Not because you feel obliged, mind you, but because you feel allure for the task itself.
Marvelous. Should something of interest arise, I shan't hesitate to reach out to you.
Until that day, I shall endeavor to become a more dependable comrade.
End of cutscene.
Speak with G'raha Tia.
Start of cutscene. Oh, Forename. Might you have a moment to talk?
With the Scions stepping away from the public eye, I've been left to consider what new endeavors I might pursue.
And after speaking with Krile, I've decided. I will be assisting her in rebuilding the Students of Baldesion.
Not only am I indebted to Master Galuf for giving me a new home, but had our order never existed, I would have never set foot within the Crystal Tower.
How different my life might have been...
I would have never met you. Never become caretaker of the tower. Never become a Scion.
You gave me the chance to do so much good, and I hope to continue to do so with the Students.
For an added benefit, new mysteries often find their way to our doorsteps ─ mysteries that could prove ideal for fulfilling our promise: to embark on a new adventure together, unlike any we've experienced before!
Whenever you have the time and inclination, my friend, I stand ready to accompany you unto the unknown!
...Do you recall in the realm of the Omicrons, when I asked if you thought I may someday be mentioned in your epic?
While 'tis true that to earn a place at your side would be the stuff of dreams...
In the end, nothing would give me greater joy than to stand with you in the here and now!
It needn't be some grand endeavor. There needn't be a promise. Whenever adventure calls, I won't hesitate to invite you...and I hope that you will do the same for me.
What will you say?
Without a second thought.
Hah, I'll hold you to that!
As long as you don't overexert yourself.
I know, I know. I can all but hear Lyna and Beq Lugg's voices each time you remind me.
...As much as we have already seen, there's still so much we haven't. Who knows ─ perhaps we will even encounter survivors of the Omicrons somewhere out there.
After all, given how they took to the stars, it isn't implausible that some found themselves far from home.
And should we encounter a wayward traveler awaiting commands that will never come...
I would bid them seek adventure with someone, and with that partner find new purpose. A new dream.
For if crystals can hold fast to dreams, why not Omicrons?
Wherever your plans may lead, do not hesitate to send word. And should a commission of interest come my way, you will be the first to know!
End of cutscene.
Speak with Alisaie.
Start of cutscene. Forename! Seen to your preparations, have you?
I'm just making another sweep of my belongings. Wouldn't do to find I've forgotten something halfway to my destination...
Oh, in case you hadn't heard, we've received new reports detailing the devastation caused by the Final Days.
It appears the situation is gravest in the lands surrounding the Bounty, where the sky first began to burn.
After that, the calamity was observed in the far north ─ in Garlemald and the frozen lands beyond.
We also had reports of the heavens catching fire in isolated locations, one of which was an area in the Northern Empty. Had our quest taken any longer, Sharlayan too may have come under threat.
Thank goodness it's over now.
To be sure, blasphemies and lesser beasts may still be roaming about, but these localized crises should be well within the capacities of each nation to handle on their own. The Scions are no longer needed.
Which isn't to say that we won't help out where we can, of course. As individuals ─ no more of this order business.
For my part, I'll be heading to Garlemald with Alphinaud. They were among the worst affected, and still need all the help they can get.
It won't be easy...
An inevitable part of aiding those in need is coming face-to-face with tragedy.
Knowing it doesn't make it any easier, though. That I'll curse my weakness. My inability to fix every problem and save every lost soul.
But no matter how much it hurts, I won't give up.
I'll do what I can for as many people as I can, begrudging no effort.
And should I find myself discouraged, I'll remember you. Think back fondly to one of your many moments of triumph and the accompanying determined expression.
Even those that still annoy me in retrospect, like when you activated the teleporter without warning!
And should you hear about me, I want you to remember too.
Remember that I'm out there somewhere, trying my very best.
What will you say?
I look forward to hearing all about the legendary Alisaie Leveilleur.
N-Not that I'm trying to become famous or anything...
That being said...
Think you can keep up with me?
Heh, you asked for it, so you had better watch out!
Oh, yes!
The next time we meet, I'll be vastly improved. So don't be surprised when you find yourself marveling at me!
End of cutscene.
Speak with Alphinaud.
Start of cutscene. Oh, Forename. Pray forgive me for delaying the gathering.
I was writing a letter, you see. To my parents.
As busy as Father has been, tending the aftermath of the exodus, he has been good enough to show concern for the Scions.
And besides...I've made them worry enough for a lifetime. Henceforth, I will endeavor to write as often as I am able.
A little effort to set their minds at ease while we continue to be away from Sharlayan.
Both Alisaie and I are off to assist with Garlemald's recovery, you see. Though uncertainty remains over what will become of the nation, we cannot well leave the capital in its present state.
We will rejoin those members of the Ilsabard contingent still stationed there. Lucia and Maxima helm the relief effort, with support from our allies ─ the people of Garlemald among them.
They will gradually be joined by those who have finished treating the tempered across the lands.
Lest you misunderstand, we do not seek redemption for failing Licinia and her sister. That is a burden we must always bear.
Nay, we go because of the truth in Lord Quintus's words.
The truth that, whatever ideals individuals may espouse, nations are not moved to action unless they stand to benefit...
For the foreseeable future, the fallen Empire will be at the mercy of both internal and external forces.
And though I do not doubt the intentions of the contingent, with greater powers involved in the relief effort, our allies may well find themselves drawn into a political agenda.
In going, we seek to ensure that the needs of the people come first. To understand their hearts, that we might better help them to begin anew.
What will you say?
You'd best write me too.
Write you letters? Of course I would be glad to do so...
But I would be gladder still were you to come and visit, and I believe I speak for Alisaie as well.
I'll visit when I can.
By all means! Full glad would I be for your visit, and I believe I speak for Alisaie as well!
For fairly as long as I've been in Eorzea, you've been at my side. Watching over me, in good times and in bad.
How many times have we gathered to share tidings... None could possibly keep count.
The world is changing and will continue to do so. Yet no matter what the future brings, I hope that I can ever look to you...
In good times and in bad. As a dependable comrade and dear friend both.
Thank you, Forename. From the bottom of my heart.
End of cutscene.
Optional dialogue
By the way, have you spoken with Feo Ul of late? Some days ago, they appeared to me in a dream ─ of the sleeping persuasion, that is.
All is well in the First, they bade me tell you.
When I asked why not tell you themself, they unleashed giant, ravenous beavers upon me... Have you perchance done something to incur their ire?
Lyse came to visit the other day. She peppered me with questions about the lasting repercussions of the Final Days.
I took the opportunity to explain our plans to “disband,” and she understood our reasoning immediately. Once a Scion, always a Scion, it would seem.
She was eager to relive old times, and remember old friends... Bittersweet memories, mayhap, but from the look on her face, the joys outweighed the sorrows.
In case you've not heard, the Waking Sands will be converted into a warehouse. We'll be keeping the place free of rats and cobwebs, so it can still serve as an outpost should the need arise.
Considering Tataru's ambitions, however, I'd not be surprised if she claimed the lot for her budding empire...
I understand that, following thy clash with Zenos, the teleportation device thou had discarded fell to thee from on high.
To return to thee in such a manner... I did confer with Wilfsunn and Bloewyda, yet they insist the device was possessed of no such capability.
'Twas a miracle befitting the nature of that place, where emotion becometh tangible reality. Whence, then, arose this timely wonder? Thine ardent wish...or another's fervent prayer?
Oh, I should mention that Erenville has kindly agreed to share aught of potential interest he hears from his fellow gleaners.
In exchange, we will help them to restore the archives to their proper order. With the exodus abandoned, all items must be returned whence they came ─ a task no less grueling than their removal.
Even now, Ojika assists in the sorting of arcane artifacts. Oh yes, not only is he a skilled administrator ─ he's also a certified appraiser specializing in relics from the Fifth Astral Era!
Despite his qualifications, though, he seems none too keen on the work. I shall have to go and relieve him as soon as I can...
Word has it a false deity born in the Tower of Zot has survived, and occasionally appears to terrorize the locals.
Those who vanquish the being and present proof in Radz-at-Han will receive a handsome reward. Though “handsome” isn't the word I would use to describe such outlandish garb...
But while I'm in Thavnair, perhaps I will acquire a set to send to Aymeric in lieu of an answer to his job offer. Let him stand guard thus attired and be the talk of Empyreum, if not all Coerthas.
Hm, did I forget to mention anything? ...Ah, yes! The Hannish envoy who came to see Estinien also bore a letter from Matsya.
He writes that Mehvan and Qerasaf's little girl is doing well, and he often goes to visit her.
It won't be easy growing up without her parents, but with her fellow villagers watching over her, I dare to hope that she won't want for warmth as she grows up.
I've been keeping Arenvald abreast of the situation in letters, but unfortunately he could not be here today.
When it is convenient for both of us, we should pay him a visit.
I am so glad I was able to be here this moment!
You know, I considered continuing to follow in Hoary's footsteps, but I've realized it's time I found my own way in life. Otherwise, I'll never be half the man my brother is.
First things first, I'm going to head to Gridania to visit the Conjurers' Guild and the Archers' Guild. I will do my very best to brush up on my skills before I see you again!
We may have accomplished our goal and put it behind us, but my time with the Scions provided memories that will last me a lifetime.
What bliss... To think I was blessed with the chance to experience such unbridled brotherly love!
Ah, but now that Ocher has decided to set off without his dear brother... Without the two of them together, I fear I might suffer withdrawal!
I'm so glad the danger is past! There was nothing I could do but pray from here, so I was relieved to the point of tears when everyone made it back safely.
I imagine we'll have more free time now, so I was thinking I'd study up on healing magic, that I could make myself more useful in the future.
My first stop will be the Astrologicum in Ishgard to learn about Sharlayan astrology. I must follow Ocher's lead and continue to hone my skills!
Far too much blood has been spilt, and far too many lives lost. Still, I am glad I was able to do something to repay those who showed me a path to the future.
Not that our job is over, of course ─ far from it. There is much that remains to be done before true and lasting peace can be achieved.
To that end, Hoary and I mean to set off for Corvos. We expect that the tensions between the Garleans and Corvosi will only flare more with the Empire's fall.
I still remember the day we sparred together as though it were yesterday... To think how far we have all come since then!
Even now, I have not abandoned my dream of besting you in single combat ─ of a friendly nature, of course. Though I clearly do not hold a candle to the Warrior of Light at present, I shall continue to train diligently that one day you might consider me an equal!
I can still scarce believe our battle extended to the ends of creation, but seeing the Scions' mission to completion was both an honor and a privilege!
As for myself, I've spent quite a while away from home, so I think I'll return to Limsa Lominsa for now.
And once I get there, my first order of business will be downing a pint or three at the Drowning Wench!
'Tis a shame the Scions are disbanding ─ even if only in name. I still fondly recall the day you granted me my uniform... The memory remains vivid, yet it feels like a lifetime ago.
I considered returning to the Adders' Nest, but since I've come this far, I've decided I ought to continue my journey and venture to Garlemald instead.
I can't hold a candle to the infamous wandering minstrel, but I thought I might share with the Garleans the tale of your epic deeds ─ extend to them an olive branch of song, if you will.
The exploits of you and your companions are truly an inspiration to us all. I have never felt more compelled to hone my own skills, that I one day might be able to accomplish such heroic deeds.
Aergmhus means to visit Limsa Lominsa, and I will join him and continue my search. I know not when we will meet again but...please take care of yourself.
The salvation Minfilia dreamed for Eorzea comes closer to reality with every step the Scions take. Yes, the world may still be in the throes of change, but it is improving.
I see it happening day by day. And I sit here, praying that whatever new road you walk will bring you the wonder and joy you deserve.
Should you need a rest in between your journeys, do come and join me on the terrace for old times' sake.
You were but an amateur adventurer when we first met, but look at you now! You've grown into quite the fine young lad ─ just as I always knew you would.
One might say I ought to settle down in my old age, but seeing you now has set my adventurous spirit ablaze once more. But the first journey I set out upon will be a long-awaited hot springs tour with my dear friend Homei!
There has been naught but chaos since the Telophoroi first appeared. Towers, lunar primals, the Empire, the Final Days... Yet we have weathered it all, and live to see the sun rise on a new day.
And now that peace has returned, I can finally resume my travels with my grandfather. Perhaps we will go first to Kugane, to relax in the Bokaisen Hot Springs. That might be nice.
Of course, my journey will not simply be for pleasure ─ I will collect information on the territories I travel. Hmm, perhaps I shall visit Nagxia via Doma...
Arenvald has pressing matters, according to him anyway. A pity he couldn't be here to witness this momentous occasion, though he bids me tell you congratulations.
As for me, well, once the Scions disband, I intend to resume my work in Rhalgr's Reach.
I suppose Arenvald will need support in Gyr Abania too, though he would not admit as much. Well, he will have my help, whether he wants it or not.
Feels a little strange now me linkpearl's gone quiet.
Since my unique skills're no longer needed for the safety o' the star an' all that, I'm goin' to become an adventurer like you ─ travelin' far and wide!
I Imagine I'll start by headin' to Meracydia or the New World. Just need to find meself a ship first...
Speak with Tataru.
Spoken your fill, have you? If so, I'm thinking to send everyone off.
Leave the Rising Stones? (Yes/No)
With your permission, then!
Your attention please! At risk of spoiling the mood, the time of departure is upon us.
In my capacity as your receptionist, I bid you all safe journeys. Till next we meet...be well!
Start of voiced cutscene. I suppose we're off to Garlemald, then.
Though we ought to speak with Lord Aymeric first. If he's received word of any recent developments, we need to know.
'Twould be prudent to purchase some warmer clothes at least. Mayhap we can pick up a few souvenirs for Jullus and the others while we're at it.
Where will you all be heading next?
Dravania. There is a book I have been meaning to borrow from the Great Gubal Library.
And I can think of at least one person who will be most displeased should I fail to visit before leaving.
We've no particular destination in mind, but we do intend to stop in Sharlayan before we set off.
We had thought to ask after the Loporrits. I am curious as to how well those who chose to remain are adapting to their changed circumstances.
Might we accompany you, then? Raha and I were planning to return to the Baldesion Annex.
Commissions have been piling up in our absence, and they must be dealt with ere we begin our work in earnest.
Estinien. You will return to Radz-at-Han, will you not?
Aye. For Vrtra's benefit, though I've yet to hear the details. I may not stay long.
I see. Then it is here the Scions at last part ways, each to some far-flung corner of the realm.
Perhaps. But I believe one of our number ─ a rather important one, at that ─ has yet to divulge his/her plans.
Quite right.
Indeed.
Fair point.
What's next for our humble adventurer?
The player apprises them of your plans. Meteion, as a blue bird, flies away into the distance.
End of cutscene.
Start of voiced cutscene.A white-robed, white-haired man is in Elpis.
The constancy of this place never ceases to amaze me. An ocean of souls, shimmering and eternal.
And yet...something stirs...
Yes... Steeped in darkness deep as starless night, the beast hungers.
Alas, I dare not investigate in earnest before the coming of my guiding star, as he/she foretold.
We shall descend to the depths, you and I, to confront the dread beast Pandæmonium.
Oh, the sights we shall see. The sights we shall see.
You have completed the main scenario quest “Endwalker”! Quests to unlock new content have now become available in Old Sharlayan.
Additionally, you may now enter the Dead Ends with a party of NPC avatars. To make use of this feature, open the Trust interface located under Duty in the main menu.
Rest well, champion of Etheirys, for many and more adventures await you!
End of cutscene.