"Sylvain. My son. Swear to me… swear to me that you will fulfill your oath and bestow upon the world the judgement it deserves."
"Sylvain. My child. Swear unto me that you are the true heir."
"Aaah! What are these voices! Why do they keep coming back. I have to defeat him. It's already been three fortnights since we entered this absurd realm, a realm in which his powers weaken greatly, then why? Why won't my blade cut through? Pierce? Slice? Chronosoul. I…. I will kill you! You took everything from me, my father, my mother, my maiden."
"Writhing in pain are we? These frivolous remarks will not grant you victory against me child. You must bear witness to your own demise. Celestine did not love you, she only married you because her family wanted your's legacy. In this world, not a single soul… will ever love you!"
Sylvain gritted his teeth. His sword in hand and with all his might he dashes towards Chronosoul but the poor child was lost, his legs were shaking and few steps forward, he fell to the ground.
"My dear. You seem tired! Must have been a busy day?"
"No.. no no, not again. Not these voices again."
"Here, take my hand O'Tenebral heir and tread with me…..into the eternal night."