As the Heavens Burn

Quest giver: Krile
Location: Main Hall (X:6.1, Y:6.0)
Quest line: Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
Level: 88

Experience: 501,600
Gil: 2,350
Previous quest: Thou Must Live, Die, and Know
Next quest: Outside Help
Patch: 6.0

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Though you and Krile both have news to share, hers is perhaps the more urgent.

— In-game description

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Speak with Lucia at Camp Broken Glass
Fight off enemies.
Speak with Alisaie.

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Krile:

So, have you learned aught more of the Final Days?
Well, as so often seems to be the case, while you were away, we've had some few developments...
...Which we can discuss in just a moment. For now, however, I cannot tell you how wonderful it is to have you back!
So, have you learned aught more of the Final Days?
Then the journey was well worth the risk. No doubt your newfound knowledge will be a great boon to us all.
Unfortunately, during your time on the First, events here have taken a turn for the worse.
The Scions are running themselves ragged trying to contain the spread of blasphemies, but it's a losing battle.

Tataru:

To try and ascertain the where and why of it, Alisaie and Alphinaud have been traveling all over...
Of all the regions they've visited, Locus Amoenus is one of the worst affected.
Thancred, Estinien, and G'raha took a detachment of allied soldiers there to offer aid and succor to those in need.
But the province is vast. They only managed to visit a handful of coastal villages! It was an accomplishment worth celebrating, still, but a drop in the bucket at best...

Krile:

In the meantime, Y'shtola and Master Matoya have been making a concerted effort to establish contact with Hydaelyn in the aetherial sea, but to no avail.
As for Tataru and I, we've been keeping a close eye on the Forum.
From what we gather, they've been constructing a vessel to ferry people to the moon. An ambitious project that has likely been years, if not decades in the making. However, since we've seen no sign of it thus far, I suspect it's still incomplete.
You will also recall the proposal issued by Master Fourchenault to the people of Radz-at-Han.
Following their discussion, Vrtra declared his support for the plan and urged those who wished to evacuate to accept the Forum's invitation.
So far, so good. But that's where things get a little strange...
Apparently, the Forum caught wind of the lunar teleporter in the Tower of Babil, and decided to use it to deliver people to the moon instead of their mysterious ship.

Tataru:

Therefore, to secure safe passage for the Hannish refugees to the tower, Alphinaud, Alisaie, Estinien, and G'raha traveled to Garlemald not long ago.
Trouble is, the capital was hardly the safest place to begin with, and now...

Krile:

...The Final Days have come to Garlemald.
Shortly after our friends arrived, they were sent to rendezvous with Master Fourchenault. Then, panic broke out, and our communications were severed.
From what fragments we were able to make out before the linkshell went completely silent, we can only assume the phenomenon has spread to the capital.
The others need you, Player. Please, you must help them!
Having you there will make all the difference. I'm sure of it.

Tataru:

Camp Broken Glass was their first port of call, so you'd best start there.
Hopefully, Lucia will know where they are!

Krile:

There's no telling what you'll be walking into, so you had best take every possible precaution.

Lucia:

Player... And not a moment too soon.
The skies over Garlemald are ablaze, but it's events on the ground that concern me.
As you will have heard, your fellow Scions arrived ahead of you.
We cut the customary greetings short after we received word from our troops on the Magna Glacies that the Forum's airship had landed.
It was then that the heavens began to burn...
I dispatched your friends at once to ensure the refugees come to no harm.
I would have you join them immediately. Additional support is en route, but we will discuss them later. I trust you are ready to depart?

Hannish Refugee:

No, no... We were promised an escape... Not the same doom we fled...

Fourchenault:

I shall not meet my final days here in this blasted waste.
Calm yourselves! Your panic is our greatest enemy.
Come, we must build a line of defense.
How...?

Alphinaud:

Leave the fighting to us, Father. You must lead the people to safety!

Estinien:

I can handle this pair. You...

Alphinaud:

Shall tend to the refugees. Let us be about it!

Estinien:

As you wish, my little lord!

Unnerved Civilian:

Help! Someone, please!
No, no, n-no, don't! I don't want to die...

???:

Forward! Let not a single fiend escape!

Alphinaud:

Wait, that's...
Jullus and the army! So, you've recovered, then!

Jullus:

In time enough to be of aid, for once.
We can speak of it more later. For now, we must fight!
To repay your salvation in kind─or with better.
For Garlemald has her pride!

Alphinaud:

Of that, I've no doubt!

Fourchenault:

Good gods... Of all possible saviors, the imperial army?
Oh!

Alisaie:

I had hoped to take all of them down at once!

G'raha Tia:

Think a withdrawal might be in order?

Alisaie:

Sod that! You-know-who would never abandon these people to their fate.
To be devoured by their former friends─that'd be beyond cruel. These beasts must fall here and now!

G'raha Tia:

Well then, I'd say it's high time we threw caution to the winds!

Alisaie:

So long as you spare me the heroic sacrifices.
Now, let's go!

G'raha Tia:

Not the barest trace of aether... Maybe there really is no way to bring them back.

Man of Palaka:

Thank you for saving our lives once again!
I remember you, from Purusa. You helped us there, too, didn't you?

Alisaie:

Ah, you're from Palaka's Stand! I'm glad you're still in one piece.
...Or you will be, once I see to that injury of yours.

G'raha Tia:

Look out!
Get out of here, quickly!
I won't lose them...not a one. This will be a brighter future.
I won't let a madman's apocalypse ruin everything we fought to achieve!

Alisaie:

Get it together, Alisaie! You're embarrassing yourself...and in front of Father, no less.
You might never measure up to our champion...
But we ask too much of her as it is. You mustn't let our sword in the darkness fight alone!

"You've done well in my absence."

Alisaie:

I can look after myself, you know.

G'raha Tia:

Everything's in order, I trust?

Alisaie:

I've had enough of this rabble. Come on!

Fourchenault:

You must board without delay. The ship will depart ere long.

Resolute Civilian:

Your offer to host us in Sharlayan is most appreciated, but will the Final Days not soon fall upon it as well?

Fourchenault:

Your hesitation is not unwarranted. The satrap entrusted me with your lives, yet I have failed your comrades.
Nor are you wrong to fear that this corruption will continue to spread. I cannot promise you complete safety, even in my homeland.
What I can promise is that I will do all in my power to protect you.
That power is not inconsiderable. Even now, my countrymen are preparing the vessel that will deliver us to a sanctuary on the moon.
Join us on our journey there and beyond, to new horizons. Come to Old Sharlayan. Please.

Resolute Civilian:

We would be fools to refuse such a generous offer made in earnest.

Alphinaud:

It seems they've a new destination.

Fourchenault:

The people of Radz-at-Han have known too much suffering. The march to Garlemald will only bring them more, short though it may be.

Alphinaud:

I quite agree. Fortunately, they have you to look after them.

Fourchenault:

Yes, well...

Jullus:

Behind you! Just there!

Estinien:

More of them?

Alphinaud:

Zenos!? Here!?

G'raha Tia:

You'll be all right. Hurry to the airship.

Alphinaud:

Why have you come?

Zenos viator Galvus:

A heretofore unseen beast. 'Twas ripe for the slaying.
Poor sport, alas. Unfit to temper my blade.

Alisaie:

Oh, for the love of─ You cannot still be on about a rematch!

Zenos viator Galvus:

That is and has ever been my sole concern.
You, on the other hand, are fixated on a different quarry.
Your passion pales before mine, yet neither hate nor despair seem sufficient to recapture your misdirected bloodlust.
So I hone my blade, and I wait.

Jullus:

That's it? That's all you care about?
Garlemald is in ruins. Our homeland─the nation you rule!─is as good as gone.
Along with so many of its people.
Not just soldiers like us! Not only those who fought and killed for power and duty. Innocent civilians...
Murdered by their own flesh and blood. Lost and confused as they breathed their last.
While we who survived with our lives and minds intact were left to freeze to death!
The Eorzeans tell me all this was your doing. You slaughtered your countrymen. You did. For what?

Zenos viator Galvus:

For nothing, in the end. So much wasted effort.

Jullus:

You bastard!

Alphinaud:

For your own sake, Jullus, you must control your anger!
It will serve no one should it consume you and see you transformed.

Zenos viator Galvus:

Would you be “happier” had I a “good reason”?

Jullus:

What?

Zenos viator Galvus:

If my motives met with your approval, would you no longer resent the outcome?
If so, then perhaps a beast's skin would suit you better.
Duty...honor...morality...all constructs of convenience, when put to proof.
Surely the war taught you how easily power becomes the tool of the self-righteous?
How the people's “justice” was merely a means to their ends?
Yet you would ask me why.
Ask any creature of this star and those above for answers, and they will tell you what suits their fancy.
And they would be right to do so. What meaning there is to be found in the petty vicissitudes of your existence must be gleaned by you and you alone.
Should you seek it in battle─in the fruitless pursuit of my demise─then come. Assume your rightful place as a notch on my blade.

Jullus:

You are a blight on the Garlean race, and there would be no more satisfying way to expunge it than by beating you to death.
But I will not be party to another tragedy. I refuse to lose anyone else because of you.
So go! Go, and may we never suffer your madness again.

Alisaie:

Zenos!
Perhaps you've found meaning in living this way─I cannot deny you've found strength.
Yet if you only pursue your hedonistic pleasures, and pay no heed to the plight of others, then no one will give you the time of day.
You will never get what you want─not even the battle you pine for so dearly.
You'll be alone for an eternity, and you'll deserve every agonizing second of it.

Fourchenault:

We are ready to depart. The refugee ships will be leaving shortly, but I've asked mine to remain for the time being.
There's room enough for you to join me on it, if you wish.
Do contain your surprise. I needn't agree with the Scions' methods or intentions to acknowledge that their deeds are deserving of gratitude.

Alphinaud:

We appreciate the offer, but might I ask why you are delaying your departure? I presume it is not solely for our benefit.

Fourchenault:

I must visit Garlemald ere we return to Sharlayan. Having caused such an uproar, 'tis only meet that I explain myself to the Ilsabard contingent.

Alphinaud:

Allow us to accompany you, then. We should be glad to facilitate, given our familiarity with all concerned.
If you would like to join as well, Jullus, we can speak of recent events on the way.

Estinien:

He'll be after your seat on the Forum next.

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