I-...I just wasn't strong enough yet. That must have been it. I just needed to stall for time until I...until I knew how to rid the world of it completely...

[Ardyn trailed off, looking to the ring on his hand and then staring very distantly at the floor.]

But I'm not...the Chosen King. Not anymore. In that last memory, of a world two thousand years ahead of all I once knew, there was another. So I must have failed. Everything the people of Lucis believed I was, everything I dedicated my life to, everything I turned myself into--Ardyn Izunia betrayed all of it, and now it falls to the one hundredth and fourteenth king...Noctis Lucis Caelum now has to bear whatever must come next.