My Lord, a message You may speak We have received word from the Obscura The prince and his band of peasants, they have found the Oracle in the Sirens' Sea They are mistaken to listen to that old hag Yes, my Lord, they are foolish indeed It appears she has sent them on the hunt for a powerful ancient relic guarded by the Crystal Knight They're relying on an old children's tale? How pitiful It is rather embarrassing indeed, sire The Obscura have spotted them on the outskirts of Sadora Where they have stopped to rest It seems they are planning to head through the wretched city to look for the relic in the mountains What shall I do, my Lord? Send the Dark Legion Let Sadora take its toll And the survivors be brought to me in chains I must make an example of them, they will suffer As you wish, my Lord