"I'll keep my promise, Alton. We'll stop our attack for now. Mourn your dead before we return. If you wish to win this battle, Alton Brantley gathers the Stages. Take them as your own and make your dream come true. Until then."
"Alton… I'm sorry."
Alton crawled forward, holding his hand out, screaming. "Alice, no Alice!" Wings ripped from Bargaining's back as he flew off with Alice in hand away from the city. Alton stared on, losing conscience whispering to himself. "No… Give her back. Give Alice back to me… Don't go."
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Rhinefield was lost; the city was dead with no hope of return. Out of everyone, Alton knew this the most. He knew when hope was lost ever since Sunset Peak. Coming back to his senses, he found himself being carried by Sam on her back through the streets. She was sauntering, passing by the dead and the living who were mourning. All Alton could do was watch and curse himself for not being able to do more. "Why did this have to happen?"
