The End of a World

The End of a World

Quest giver

Alisaie

Location

The Tempest (X:5.5, Y:17.4)

Quest line

Shadowbringers Main Scenario Quests

Level

80

Experience

 22,440

Gil

 895

Previous quest

The Illuminated Land

Next quest

A Greater Purpose
Responsible Creation
Debate and Discourse
Community Cohesion

Patch

5.0

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Main Scenario Progress: 645 / 960 (67.2%)

   

Shadowbringers Progress: 104 / 157 (66.2%)

   

“

Alisaie is steeling herself for the task ahead

— In-game description

Rewards

• 2   Savage Might Materia VII

In addition to the above, choose one of the following options:

• 3   Quickarm Materia VII
• 3   Quicktongue Materia VII
• 3   Battledance Materia VII
• 3   Piety Materia VII

Unlocks

• 
  The Macarenses Angle

Steps

• Investigate the imposing doors.
• Speak with Alisaie.
• Gather information in Amaurot. 0/3
• Speak with Alphinaud.

Journal

• Alisaie is steeling herself for the task ahead.

Dialogue

  Alisaie: It's intimidating, yes, but we have to start somewhere...
  Alisaie: Why don't we have a closer look at that tower to the southeast? We might be able to reach it from the edge of the trench.
  Alphinaud: Look at the size of those doors... Now I know how pixies must feel.
  Echoing Voice: [Protagonist's name] recognized...
  Welcome to the city of Amaurot.
  Echoing Voice: Will you be riding the lift?
  Alisaie: Wh─!? Did the building just welcome you?
  Urianger: Mayhap it is not so passing strange... Did Emet-Selch not invite [Forename] to visit his abode?
  Urianger: 'Tis plain thy coming was expected.
  Y'shtola: And where will this lift be taking us?
  Echoing Voice: The lift services every level of Achora Heights, but is presently configured to convey passengers directly to the ground floor.
  Y'shtola: Well, there you have it. In the absence of some few hundred yalms of rope, we have little choice but to accept the offer.
  Alisaie: With emphasis on the we. I'm not about to let you walk into that place alone.

  What will you say? I wish to ride the lift. / Ground floor. Now.

  -> Ground floor. Now.
  Echoing Voice: As you wish. The lift will arrive shortly.
  Echoing Voice: Next stop: Ground Floor. Facilities include the Bureau of the Administrator, the Bureau of the Architect, and the Capitol...

  Alisaie: It's only at this distance that you start to realize just how big the buildings truly are... What did that voice call the city? “Amaurot”?
  Thancred: Look! Over there!
  Thancred: Is that...a person? Ah, no, my mistake. That's a giant.
  Thancred: It doesn't seem to have noticed us yet...
  Alphinaud: Giant or no, a resident of this place may have much and more to tell us. I say we make the first move.
  Alisaie: Alphinaud, you can't just─ Ugh!

  Alphinaud: Pray excuse my boldness, but might I ask you a few questions...?
  Robed Giant: Oh, what adorable costumes. Are you children on an excursion? This district has much to teach you.
  Ryne: How odd... That sounded like no language I've ever heard, and yet I understood every word...
  Y'shtola: Just as he understood us.
  Alphinaud: Ahem. And which district is this, exactly?
  Robed Giant: You must be lost, poor things.
  Robed Giant: You stand in the Polyleritae District, wherein lie the institutions most vital to the management of our star.

  -> Can you tell us who rules this city?
  Robed Giant: Who rules...? What a curious question. Mayhap you refer to our supervising body, the Convocation of Fourteen?
  Alisaie: So Emet-Selch isn't the leader here...
  Robed Giant: Emet-Selch is a member of the Convocation. Were you hoping to witness its deeds firsthand?
  Robed Giant: Hm hm hm... Hardly surprising, I suppose. The whole world holds its breath as the Final Days draw near, and our brightest minds race to implement their plans.
  Robed Giant: ...Thus you must understand that gaining an audience at this time will be next to impossible.
  Robed Giant: You should hurry home now, before your families begin to worry. Do you need me to walk you back?
  Alphinaud: N-No thank you. We will be fine.
  Robed Giant: Very well. Take care, little ones...

  Alisaie: What was that all about...?
  Y'shtola: To my eyes, these people appear as arcane entities. I suspect Emet-Selch wove them from aether, much as he reconstructed the rest of the city...
  Urianger: The Final Days...
  Urianger: Such words well befit the oblivion described to us by our Ascian foe.
  Urianger: A catastrophe of unprecedented scale, which did set in motion the summoning of Zodiark...and thence Hydaelyn Herself.
  Ryne: But...that happened centuries and centuries ago, didn't it?
  Ryne: That man spoke as if they were rushing to avert a disaster here and now.
  Alphinaud: Unless... For these people, the distant past is the here and now!
  Urianger: I believe thou hast the right of it, Master Alphinaud. This aetherial Amaurot and its residents appear to be phantoms of a different age.
  Urianger: Emet-Selch hath resurrected a memory─a moment in time from before the star was sundered.
  Thancred: So, we find ourselves in a long-destroyed city inhabited by the long-departed. An unusual situation, to be sure─but at least we're able to parley with these ancients.
  Thancred: ...In fact, they seem downright eager to chat. I say we use this to our advantage─split up, strike up some conversations, and see if we can't learn the location of our quarry.
  Thancred: And while we're at it, it wouldn't hurt to wheedle out a few more details regarding this Convocation of Fourteen and their impending disaster.
  Thancred: To mingling, then. Let's meet back here when our jaws start aching.