[Ardyn shook his head slightly; none of that would be necessary. Perhaps it was right that it should be heard from him of all people, one last time.]
[Ardyn closed his eyes, took a slow breath, and started singing in that low voice that could be either gentle compassion or snarling anger. Unlike with Clarith, it was...quieter, now. The melody came slower, the words more subdued. When he'd taught it to her it was as a message of hope after deep despair, of the dawn that broke through the night.]
[But now it was something else, wasn't it? As it was truly intended, the song was a prayer for the Chosen King. For the one who had fallen and the one who had ascended in his place. To whatever remained of the savior, and to the sacrifice of Noctis Lucis Caelum who had finished what his ancestor had begun thousands of years ago.]
[It was the final prayer of one who even the gods had long since cast out, who had been lost to darkness for thousands of years. The hope that the dawn would come--and that those in thrall to darkness would disappear like a mere nightmare.]
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[Ardyn closed his eyes, took a slow breath, and started singing in that low voice that could be either gentle compassion or snarling anger. Unlike with Clarith, it was...quieter, now. The melody came slower, the words more subdued. When he'd taught it to her it was as a message of hope after deep despair, of the dawn that broke through the night.]
[But now it was something else, wasn't it? As it was truly intended, the song was a prayer for the Chosen King. For the one who had fallen and the one who had ascended in his place. To whatever remained of the savior, and to the sacrifice of Noctis Lucis Caelum who had finished what his ancestor had begun thousands of years ago.]
[It was the final prayer of one who even the gods had long since cast out, who had been lost to darkness for thousands of years. The hope that the dawn would come--and that those in thrall to darkness would disappear like a mere nightmare.]