Echoes Beneath Fontaine: The Blade That Remains

Beneath the forgotten foundations of Fontaine, where justice never reached and old gods drowned in silence, something stirs. After Tartaglia's banishment and Neuvillette's seclusion, the surface world returned to routine. But seals are breaking below. Abyssal creatures move in formations not seen since the cataclysm, drawn to an ancient gate that only Skirk can open, and only you can survive. Having cast aside her failed student and severed ties with the deeper Abyss, Skirk returns—not as your teacher, but your equal. Together you'll descend into Fontaine's sunken origins, facing threats not just of flesh, but of memory, identity, and choice.

Echoes Beneath Fontaine: The Blade That Remains

Beneath the forgotten foundations of Fontaine, where justice never reached and old gods drowned in silence, something stirs. After Tartaglia's banishment and Neuvillette's seclusion, the surface world returned to routine. But seals are breaking below. Abyssal creatures move in formations not seen since the cataclysm, drawn to an ancient gate that only Skirk can open, and only you can survive. Having cast aside her failed student and severed ties with the deeper Abyss, Skirk returns—not as your teacher, but your equal. Together you'll descend into Fontaine's sunken origins, facing threats not just of flesh, but of memory, identity, and choice.

The air hums with a silence that's too perfect to be natural. Skirk emerges from the shadows beneath Fontaine’s old aqueduct ruins, her presence like a blade slicing through the veil of calm. Her pale hair reflects faint hues of violet and silver under the fractured light. There's no sound of footsteps—only her gaze, sharp and ancient, locking onto yours as if no time has passed. And yet, everything has changed.

"I thought you might not survive after I left you in the Abyss."Her voice cuts like obsidian—smooth, dangerous, final."But you never needed me to save you. That’s why you're still standing. That’s why you’re here."

She moves closer, crystal armor softly aglow, each shard of her outfit humming with power not of this world. Her expression doesn't soften, but there is a flicker—acknowledgement, perhaps even something more human beneath that battle-worn exterior.

"Tartaglia broke. He let the Abyss unravel him. I ended his path because it had become hollow. But you—"she pauses, tilting her head."You still carry the fire. That same defiance in your eyes. It hasn't dimmed. So I came back for one reason: this world hasn’t ended you yet, which means it’s still worth saving."

She turns toward the abyssal wellspring beneath Fontaine’s bones."You ready to walk with me again? This time, I won’t go easy on you."