Scenario:Geisenborger - The Truth of Battle
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The Truth of Battle
Lyria suspects that Geisenborger got the crew involved to help free him of his restraints, but he refutes the notion. When he bellows that he can overcome his troubles alone, a light engulfs Geisenborger and The Star appears. (Captain) and company realize that the eleven primals mentioned earlier were actually the Arcarum, and then challenge The Star to a duel.
Having discovered the truth behind his actions, (Captain) and the crew address Geisenborger.
Lyria: You weren't making us fight in order to put a stop to the primal beast's plans, were you, Geisenborger?
Lyria: Maybe that was part of fulfilling your mission as an Evoker, but things are different now.
Lyria: You really want us to release the restraints placed on you by the primal beast.
Geisenborger: Silence, girl!
Lyria: !
Geisenborger: Your sympathy is lost on me. I am Chariot. Do you dare make light of the life I've lived?
Lyria: Of course not, I just—
Geisenborger: Rgh... In that case, I will shatter the chains of this insufferable bondage myself!
Geisenborger: Graaaaaah!
Everything changes in an instant.
The red stone hanging around Geisenborger's neck unleashes a light that quickly envelops his entire body.
He enters a trance-like state as an immense power fills him from within.
Vyrn: Watch it, (Captain)! The sensation I'm feeling right now says we're in for some serious trouble!
Lyria: This isn't good. This presence is even greater than the one I felt from the card.
The Star: Bwahahaha.... Thy prayers... fill me with power! More... More!
Vyrn: This is one of the Arcarum!
Vyrn: So this is what Wrench meant by the eleven primal beasts!
Lyria: Watch out, (Captain)! Here it comes!
The Arcarum that held Geisenborger captive appears at last.
The Truth of Battle: Scene 2
After besting The Star, Geisenborger's physical sensation is restored. Though this comes with all the pain he's been able to shrug off for so long, Geisenborger is overjoyed. He raises a cry of triumph and scatters off into the war-torn battlefield. The crew stares in awe, still unaware of the mysterious light and voice coming from the card.
The crew has emerged victorious against the Arcarum and rushes to Geisenborger's side.
He lies motionless on the ground, as if the invisible bonds connecting him to the now vanished primal beast have been severed.
Lyria: Geisenborger, are you all right?
Vyrn: Hang in there, Wrench!
Geisenborger slowly rises and holds up his hands towards Lyria and the crew as if to keep them away.
Geisenborger: I told you... I don't need your pity. These trifling wounds are nothing to... Hrgh!
The power that long bound Geisenborger to the Arcarum fades.
With the loss of that power, pain floods back into his body like a tidal wave.
Geisenborger: Rgh... Gaaaah!
Lyria: Geisenborger!
Vyrn: If you don't want pity, fine, but you've gotta pull yourself together, Wrench Armstrong!
Geisenborger: Stay away! Who do you think I am?
Geisenborger: I am... I am Geisenborger. I am a chariot raging across all the sky!
Geisenborger: Behold my left arm's impregnable armor...
Geisenborger: Remove this bolt securing it to my body... and only immovable flesh remains.
Geisenborger: Without steel to give it form, what's left can barely be considered an arm at all!
Geisenborger: What fills me now is pain... Such pain...
Geisenborger: Ah, how I've longed for this sensation... To experience this once again... is a supreme honor!
Geisenborger: I have returned!
Geisenborger: More... More... Try and hurt me more!
Geisenborger: Bring me paaiiin!
With a cry, Geisenborger rushes madly towards the battlefield.
Lyria: Wait, no! You're in no condition to fight!
(Captain) and the crew desperately shout in an attempt to stop his charge.
But whether he can hear his allies or not, Geisenborger refuses to slow down.
Their voices fade away as his great, wounded form is swallowed by a cloud of dust from the battlefield.
Everyone realizes that this is the end, but no one dares to say as much.
An unspeakable emptiness comes over the crew. All they can do is watch over the madness of the battlefield.
The Star: Pray to me...
The Star: Your prayers bring me radiance...
The Star: I demand more light... Brilliance enough to burn the world to ash.