4th Movement: Allegro Memoria

I hate coming to Mor Dhona.

Rowena's little place makes me annoyed, the waters of Silvertear Lake are so rich with aether it gives me migraines, there's a castrum practically a stone's throw away and to top it all off, Morbols bud around here.

And yet, despite all that, I can't help but enjoy looking at the skyline; I get to see the Allagans' monumental achievement in self-destruction. Looking at the Crystal Tower never fails to put a smile on my face.

What other response could I have to the very thing that destroyed the people that enslaved me? Especially, no less, seeing it in such pristine condition. The Allagans, so high and mighty and perfect as they thought themselves, calculated for every possible eventuality in their stupid plan to tear open a rift to the Void, and ensured that their constructions, created from the minerals mined by the blood of their slaves, would endure.

And yet they forgot to account for the fact that the ground itself might not.

I consider myself an adept storyteller, and yet I couldn't have written a more fitting and cathartic ending to the tyranny of Allag if I tried. They spent their entire empire subjugating others, advancing their technology and poisoning their own, going from place to place in an infinite expansion and leaving with just as much care as they arrived. To the land behind they paid no mind.

What better way for them to die than that very same land to destroy them?

...Still, they did succeed in opening that Void rift, and now Voidsent walk these lands and make it exceptionally dangerous. I can take pleasure in the thought of their self-destruction, but I can't deny it did manage to make the world remarkably worse.

It's just like them, really. Even in dying they fuck everyone over.

I can at least take some solace in knowing that the Warrior of Light killed Xande and locked the tower off forever. The Tower may be unable to recreate the Allagans' destruction without Dalamud, but I'd still prefer to not take chances. It'd take exactly one skilled enough aetherologist or incredibly unlikely long-lost descendant of Allag to make that place an extremely dangerous weapon.

...good, it seems that the level of ambient aether is enticing enough to that oversized Hapalit that he hasn't noticed me. Not sure if he could, considering my comparatively tiny levels of aether, but I'd rather not find out, not after it's killed off or beaten the last four groups of adventurers that came after it.

Still, no matter how large you are, how powerful or resilient, how impossibly influential or wide-ranging your impact...

...there is one thing that will always be true.

One day you will learn.

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