Scenario:Five Flowers of Fate - Chapter 3: The Final Performance - Episode 4

Five Flowers of Fate - Chapter 3: The Final Performance - Episode 4

Amidst the squabble among the ichnia, Lyria senses a fearsome power come to life. Just then the altar statue lets out a low rumbling growl and begins to shed tears.

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Linaria Fan 1: Hah! You Diantha fanboys see that?

Linaria Fan 2: Flubbing right at the end of it all? Your Diantha must not love you very much!

Diantha Fan 1: What! Don't think we'll let that slide, punks!

Diantha Fan 2: We don't care if you laugh at our moves! But talking like that about a maiden is taboo! Take it back!

Linaria Fan 2: Yeah? You want a piece of me?

Everyone at the concert is visibly upset by the announcement that the objects of their devotion would be splitting up.

In their confusion perhaps they were trying to soften the blow by directing their pain at something else.

Diantha: S-stop!

???: Ngh...

Lyria: ...!
(Captain)! This feels like...

Canna Fan 1: People, people! Causing trouble at a concert is prohibited!

Linaria Fan 1: Aahh? You stay out of this!

Canna Fan 1: Wh-what? Why you—

Lyria: Everyone, stop! Something's coming... Something very powerful!

Statue: Grrr...

Linaria Fan 1: Huh?

Diantha Fan 1: What was that? Did the ground just rumble?

Statue: Roooar!

Head Priestess: !

Linaria Fan 1: The statue... It's the statue!

Harie: The statue... is crying?

Statue: Graaargh!

Diantha Fan 1: Ah... Aaahhh!

Vyrn: Uh-oh! Let's go stop that thing!

Lyria: I sense something... I don't know what it is! Please be careful!

Five Flowers of Fate - Chapter 3: The Final Performance - Episode 4: Scene 2

When ominous shadows come flying out of the statue, all suspect that Diantha's misstep may have been the problem. The maidens retrace that last step hoping to undo any calamity, but doing so merely transforms the altar into a nest of monsters.

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Statue: Rraaargh!

A figure jumps from the statue, throwing a vast shadow over a terrified crowd.

Diantha: What?

Head Priestess: What is that?

Vyrn: I have no clue what's going on. You got any ideas, priestess lady?

Head Priestess: No... I don't know... I don't know anything...

Vyrn: Hey, Lyria. Is that a primal beast? But you didn't sense it when we first got to this island, did you?

Lyria: No... But something started gathering around the statue...

Lyria: It must have started when the ichnia started fighting. No, maybe a little before that.

Head Priestess: I can't even guess as to what could have happened.

Head Priestess: But the mistake at the end of the concert may be what triggered its appearance.

Diantha: ...!

Head Priestess: I don't mean to accuse you, Diantha. I'm still not satisfied with that theory, even if it is my own.

Head Priestess: Whatever it is... it's never been talked about, not even among fellow head priestesses.

Diola: ...

Vyrn: Hmm... If it was the end of the performance that was the problem...

Canna: Then why don't we try doing that last number again?

Harie: Yeah... Come on, girls. Let's go to the altar.

Diantha: (What do I do? Is this... my fault?)

Canna: Come on, Diantha! Cheer up! Let's go!

Diantha: Th-thank you, Canna.

And so the party heads for the altar situated in the center of an empty concert venue.

The air is filled with a strange aura—almost a poisonous odor. The five maidens cautiously ascend the altar steps.

Harie: All right. Let's go, girls!

Maidens: Ready, okay!

Maidens: Ti Icniuhtli Xolotl!

The maidens loudly sound the incantation signaling the beginning of a performance. But the glow that is supposed to protect the island and lead it to prosperity does not appear.

Head Priestess: What! No... That's impossible!

Linaria: What's happened to us?

Diola: The maidens' power... It's gone.

Canna: Uh, well, let's try it again! One more time!

No matter how many times they repeat the chant, the light of the maidens' divinity stays dark.

???: Rrrr...

Diola: What... is that?

Monsters: Graahh!

Vyrn: Wh-what the! Monsters? A whole boatload of 'em!

Vyrn: Argh! We can't fight them off and guard the maidens! Not without help. Retreat!

Rather than bring forth the maidens' glow, their incantation transforms the altar into a den of monsters. (Captain) and company bolt away as fast as they possibly can.

Every maiden's face is the same pale shade. They have lost their sparkle—what fate awaits them now?