Ramza knelt on the ruined floor, murmuring a prayer for the souls that had one lived there... the souls the 'Heroes of Light' had failed to save.

'God, please help these lost children of Crystallis.'

The cold in here was biting, much more than the intact walls should have allowed. When Ramza breathed in, the dusty air felt so cold it hurt. Steam rose from his lips when he expelled the breath.

" 'Tis unnaturally chill here. I think we should not linger."