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Second Night: Clash of Titans
Guided by the Atheneum's machinations and fueled by their own bloodlust, two colossal titans exchange blows in Ul'dah. Their axes cleave through flesh, bone, and wood. By its end, the tavern's sandrock walls are splattered with the gore of those unfortunate enough to find themselves caught within the maelstrom of steel and aether.
When the dust finally settles, Jarben Raret stands, barely alive even as his entrails threaten to spill out. As Breitak Zod dissolves into red motes, he swears his vengeance against his killer, cursing him to his last breath.
By the time Brass Blades and Immortal Flames finally arrive, Jarben vanished into the shadowed alleys, supported only by his own will and the Atheneum's rejuvenating powers...
The War's first of many causalities.
Breitak Zod, Remaining Sigils: 2
Guided by the Atheneum's machinations and fueled by their own bloodlust, two colossal titans exchange blows in Ul'dah. Their axes cleave through flesh, bone, and wood. By its end, the tavern's sandrock walls are splattered with the gore of those unfortunate enough to find themselves caught within the maelstrom of steel and aether.
When the dust finally settles, Jarben Raret stands, barely alive even as his entrails threaten to spill out. As Breitak Zod dissolves into red motes, he swears his vengeance against his killer, cursing him to his last breath.
By the time Brass Blades and Immortal Flames finally arrive, Jarben vanished into the shadowed alleys, supported only by his own will and the Atheneum's rejuvenating powers...
The War's first of many causalities.
"O'Chosen of Eorzea, may your victories be swift, your enemies crushed, and your dreams realized."
Breitak Zod, Remaining Sigils: 2