"So, you have come. After massacring my men, reaping their souls for your own, you decide that was not enough. Cities, towns....all gone because of you. And why? We keep seeking for your forgiveness, for your mercy, but you decide to ignore it for our blood instead? You should have stayed in the grave and rotted for eternity. From your sacrifice, our civilization finally had the chance to prosper. But now it seems that the blood spilt from one has led to the genocide of millions. You should know that I am enraged, filled with the anger and vengeance of the souls that are now lost.

I was a king once, but can you really call me a king with no subordinates, no people to govern, no lives to keep safe? I built all of this from the ground up, with the loyal subjects you have executed. This whole land now cast in a mist of blood of my people. Rotting corpses line the streets of my city. The smell of their flesh has replaced the smell of the flowers that once filled this land. Oh, how I miss it.

This is it then, the final battle, the last stand. I desire redemption, I desire vengeance. Forgive me, my love but it seems that I will be coming to you soon. I am King Aura the 17th, and you stand on the grounds of my throne room, and it is time for your judgment. For the murder of my people, I sentence you to execution by my sword. My hands have been blessed by the God of the Sun, may she forgive me the sin I will commit once more and may she forgive you for the treachery that you have committed."

The world layed a sunder by your hand, responsible for extinction of everything that breathes. All for revenge, so look back, before this final fight, feel the pride and regret for every single action you have made, hear the screams of those you have slain, and the souls made lost and vengeful, for just one last time. And maybe you will finally understand how you have cast the world into eternal torture. Wield your blade one last time with that cursed hand of yours and embrace the misery, grip on to the shield that blocked the attacks that never failed to protect you from the attacks of your adversaries. The people that desperately cling on to the hope that you may one day die, that their sacrifice was never in vain. That you may stop walking this path of black and red. I am your witness, I am your blessing, I am your cursed God, for one last time.