The darkest season of Myrrosil's history looms. The man in white presses towards the end of his goal, crimes laid bare before the world, but Cyrus is now lost for a verdict. With rapid revelations to shake the soul, Cyrus soon wonders if his journey could have been for naught. Is Veil the villain he presumed, the source of the calamity in his visions, or is there more than meets the eye to this faceless figure? All-the-while, the war on oppression takes an unexpected turn as Cyrus and companions stare down sands that shift by the moment. The Regime, oblivious to their true master, crumbles as news of Liedon Rindrak's death spreads. Compiling on the confusion, the infamous Guild of assassins feared across the world cast their gambit in the form of a deadly virus unleashed to target the already damaged government. But the fight is not yet finished, and though peace seems in reach for the first time in long months, Cyrus refuses to let his guard fall. For the true threat lingers... Will the visions continue to guide Cyrus' steps or will Veil's proposal hold sway? Even should the war come to an end, will that truly make Myrrosil safe again? Or do Veil's plans pose a greater danger than the clash of the two political titans. Cyrus is torn. What once seemed so clear has lost all its clarity... In the midst of this turmoil, though, there is a path. Dim as it is, vague in its way, Cyrus will tread it to its end. The only question is where will it take him? Light fades. Night Falls.