Iona, the twin world of Eos. Torn asunder by a cataclysmic event, only two survived. King Fellux Naxan Valtreus and his daughter, Makina Hexxus Valtreus, fled to Eos and found sanctuary. As the last survivors who carry the blood of the mighty dragon...
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The royal retinue arrived at Prairie Outpost. Exiting the vehicle, they wandered around the outpost and ran into Monica. She was more relieved than ever to see them all. "Your Highness. I'm glad you're safe."
Gladiolus was also grateful to see her. "Monica! Where're all the others?"
"Most of the Crownsguard didn't make it. It was all we could do to escort Lady Iris out of the city. Dustin is with her as we speak, seeing her the rest of the way to Lestallum."
"I owe you guys big time."
Monica met Noctis' gaze. "Head for the royal tomb. The marshal awaits."
The boys searched for the path leading away from Prairie Outpost. They find it not too far from the main road that ran through the middle of the small outpost. On the trek to the royal tomb, they spoke about the marshal and the crownsguard. They were wondering what brought Cor all the way to one of the many royal tombs located across Lucis.
Eventually, they arrived at the Tomb of the Wise. They enter the ornate crypt and found Cor waiting for them. He stood beside a sarcophagus that bears a sword in its hands.
"Marshal," Ignis said.
Cor's gaze locked on to Noctis. "At last, Your Highness."
Noctis was tired of running around. He wanted answers and was only becoming more irritated by the second. "Yeah, wanna tell me what I'm here for?"
"The power of kings, passed from the old to the new through the bonding of souls. One such soul lies before you. To claim your forebears' power is your birthright and duty as king."
He gritted his teeth as his blood began to boil. "My duty as king of what?"
Cor saw how emotional the prince was, but that didn't make hm falter. "Now is not the time to question your calling. A king is sworn to protect his people."
"And yet he chose to protect only one prince. Was that his calling? Forsake the masses to spare his own son?" Noctis' voice was shaking with rage.
"How long will you remain the protected?" The marshal questioned. "The king entrusted the role of protector to you."
"Entrusted it to me? Then why didn't he tell me that? Why did he stand there smiling as I left? Why—Why did he lie to me?"
"That day, he didn't want you to remember him as the king. In what time you had left, he wanted to be your father. He always had faith in you, that when the time came, you would ascend for the sake of your people."
"Guess he left me no choice." Noctis holds out his hand above the sarcophagus. The sword embedded in the stone phases through the casket's hands and floats into the air. It then flies into Noctis' body, being absorbed into him and added to his arsenal. He now had the power of his ancestor.
Cor spoke again after witnessing Noctis successfully absorb his ancestor's power. "That's not the only power your forebearers left you. Your journey's just begun. Another tomb lies close by. I suggest you head there next. There are tombs scattered across the land. All are on dangerous ground. I'll go with you, for the time being. Not only to help, but to get a measure of your strength."
