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The two reach their destination.

Hematite: Welcome to "Fiersom".

Cy and Hem were both teleported in a large plaza, with snow covering most of it, and corpses littering the area, all bearing the rebel insignia and holding rifles. Crows fly around the grim sight, and the smell of death and decay is pungent. In the center of the plaza stood a statue, overwhelmed by erosion and snow, but a plaque stood at the bottom of it.

              SARD, THE MAN WHO GAVE IT ALL AWAY TO SELFLESSLY PROTECT OUR GLORIOUS CITY.

                                                                    MAY HE REST IN PEACE.

In front of the statue was a crying lady, with flowing purple hair, a charred commander's uniform, riddled with cuts and holes, clenching her rifle in one hand, and a ring in the other, murmuring:

Iolite: Sard... Sard... Sard... I am sorry... I am sorry... I am sorry... I have failed...