[As Lysithea speaks one final time, the world begins to slowly fade to black around them.]
...was a great dragon of old, come to defend the church.
We have no idea what happened to it. To the Archbishop or the Professor. The monastery falls, the people flee, and the Emperor begins five years of warfare.
[And it's gone.
In the next blink of an eye, Lysithea and Vira-Lorr are standing beneath a set of antlers hanging, of course, over the patisserie.]
no subject
[As Lysithea speaks one final time, the world begins to slowly fade to black around them.]
...was a great dragon of old, come to defend the church.
We have no idea what happened to it. To the Archbishop or the Professor. The monastery falls, the people flee, and the Emperor begins five years of warfare.
[And it's gone.
In the next blink of an eye, Lysithea and Vira-Lorr are standing beneath a set of antlers hanging, of course, over the patisserie.]