The Will of The First, Zodiark’s Command
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The youthful Elezen laid silently, staring up at the endless sky above. The sun beat down on his battered and soiled body. His grimoire in shreds.. his garbs, tattered.. the breeze began to blow gently over his still figure. A brief smile cracking upon his fatigued lips “Grandsire.. pray.... guide my soul... ascend me... to... sanctuary....” his hues welled up as his consciousness began to fade out “My Scions.... someday..... forgive me....” he utters out as his vision grows dark, the world around him muting as his figure itself showed little life.

It would take a miracle for Alphinaud to be saved from his fate, he had no one else around. With his grimoire torn, none of his Carbuncles could be summoned. Time was running out for the young Elezen, as the land too began shifting to correct its natural Aether. Soon enough, the Aether of the land began to attach itself to Alphinaud’s still figure... in which.. the very soul of the Archon himself began to use his own Aetherical presense, protecting Alphinaud from the realm claiming him “Exarch.... time is nigh... the land will claim my grandson, ere long!”