[ We return to a shot of Rhea, standing likewise alone in a beautiful cathedral. Well… it clearly was beautiful, once. Right now it’s slightly broken down and on fire, which despite your lack of knowledge of Rhea’s religion probably isn’t the preferred state of affairs for a building like this.
Straight away Rhea doesn’t seem thrilled about being here, head darting to and fro as though searching for something in the chaos.
Or, perhaps, someone. After all, a large group of people seem to be gathering, surrounding her, seemingly unaffected by the smoke or the flames. They walk through them as if it’s no problem, really, a colorful assortment of fantasy characters who all look really upset at Rhea specifically.
It isn’t long before Rhea’s gaze settles on who she seems to have been looking for, or at least the person who’s stepping forward from the crowd towards her. There’s an axe in her hand, and despite Rhea’s hopes, nothing seems to materialize in her own. ]
You...
It’s over, Rhea. Look around you. These are the people of Fodlan. A free Fodlan. A Fodlan without you in it.
[Rhea looks around, head moving about the crowd. It’s almost like she recognizes all of them, as they all move in towards her. ]
Now I just have to make that dream come true.
[It’s quick, efficient, practiced, when the axe strikes Rhea’s neck. ]
…
[ There aren’t any final words to be said. The crowd hides the gore, but the cheers make it clear - Rhea is dead.
The screens return to the spiral, and the lights raise. ]
Your work here is done. You are all free to leave.
EXECUTION 2 - BEAUTY CONQUERS THE BEAST
Straight away Rhea doesn’t seem thrilled about being here, head darting to and fro as though searching for something in the chaos.
Or, perhaps, someone. After all, a large group of people seem to be gathering, surrounding her, seemingly unaffected by the smoke or the flames. They walk through them as if it’s no problem, really, a colorful assortment of fantasy characters who all look really upset at Rhea specifically.
It isn’t long before Rhea’s gaze settles on who she seems to have been looking for, or at least the person who’s stepping forward from the crowd towards her. There’s an axe in her hand, and despite Rhea’s hopes, nothing seems to materialize in her own. ]
You...
It’s over, Rhea. Look around you. These are the people of Fodlan. A free Fodlan. A Fodlan without you in it.
[Rhea looks around, head moving about the crowd. It’s almost like she recognizes all of them, as they all move in towards her. ]
Now I just have to make that dream come true.
[It’s quick, efficient, practiced, when the axe strikes Rhea’s neck. ]
…
[ There aren’t any final words to be said. The crowd hides the gore, but the cheers make it clear - Rhea is dead.
The screens return to the spiral, and the lights raise. ]
Your work here is done. You are all free to leave.