Noctis tenebrae fortissima est, cum luna clarissima lucet.
The strange phrase was engraved on Crystal's mind.
She could not understand or speak the language of the ancients, but she somehow knew what this phrase meant.
The darkness of the night is strongest when the moon shines the brightest.
The souls of the many dead gave up their ghosts as their vow and command to end the war had been fulfilled.
They were all being called to the eternal fields of the Aeonian Moon.
Erika watched, and she could see the heaven of those who had embraced the moon's blessings.
An eternal white world of beauty and nobility.
The world around them shifted as the Castle shrunk.
The mist throughout the region began to decrease, but a thick fog gathered right at the center. Though nothing stood within that dense fog, it was the doorway to the alternate dimension.
