Separated from our travel companions, Jess and I make our way to the royal capital, just the two of us. As we continue walking through the Needle Woods, we reach the towering cliffs of the royal capital, not knowing the most important thing – how to get in. At a loss of what to do, Jess and I are forced to wander in the most dangerous of places as Jess's body gradually grows weaker and weaker. As her chabirone, it is my duty to escort her to the royal capital, no matter what.
We didn't have them where I come from—
—لا يوجد مثيل لها من حيث أتيت
In der Welt, aus der ich komme,
gab es nichts …
En mi mundo no…
En mi mundo no…
J’ai pas ça chez moi…
Nel mio mondo, non esistono animali del gen—
No mundo de onde venho não havia nada...
В моём мире таких тварей не было…