Venat (V.O): Even now, I remember standing there. Locked in a moment where the sky is aflame. Where stars fall as tears, and screams darken the seas. Where resignation rots the trees. Where terror twists magicks into abominations. Such is the lament of they who have gone before. The song of they who tried and failed to create a better world. The song of the end. That which hides at the edge of the universe is no longer hope's creation. It is hopelessness incarnate. That day, mankind saw half of its number sacrificed to bring Zodiark. And covering the star in a shroud of aether, we forestalled the Final Days. Yet the cries echoed still... We wept for innocence lost. Wailed for death inevitable. A reality too terrible to bear... And for too many, who sought comfort in gilded memories of joyful days and tranquil nights.
Venat walks through burning streets, sees a man's creation magicks create a terminus beast which eats him. Sees Hythlodaeus bid farewell to Hades. Sees Hermes lament and comes across a group of gathered ancients.
Bitter Ancient: This is all wrong... Why must we suffer so?
Fervent Ancient: It needn't be like this. No, there must be a way to restore things to the way they were. To reclaim the perfect paradise we once had.
Venat: No, my friends. Suffering exists, and we cannot pretend otherwise. No civilization, however great, could eliminate it. If we would live, we must accept it as our constant companion. Let us not seek to forget this tragedy. Let us carry it in our hearts, that we may grow stronger and know true happiness.
Bitter Ancient: We can't accept it! We
won't accept it! It will be ours again—a world free of sorrow!
Venat: No, it will not, for there has ever been sorrow. Mankind was but spared its biting sting for a time. So please, open your eyes. To try and reclaim those lives we lost by sacrificing yet more isn't wisdom. It is weakness. No paradise is without its shadows. If we cannot accept this truth and learn from our pain, then our plight shall be repeated.
The ancients turn away from Venat and towards the sky. Close up on Venat's face as she visibly grows crestfallen.
Fervent Ancient: O mighty Zodiark, god born of our boundless faith! We bid you hear our prayer! Accept this offering of lives, and deliver unto us the lives we once had. Deliver unto us the days of old... The days when the star was a font of love, and we knew naught but bliss!
Close up on Venat's face as her eyebrows furrow sadly and she grits her teeth. She closes her eyes and lowers her head. Close up on her hand as her sword manifests in it. The bitter ancient turns to look at Venat, and sees her sword. Venat's face isn't shown. As he speaks the other ancients turn to look at Venat. Low angle long shot from behind Venat, framing her in the middle with the ancients smaller to her sides.
Bitter Ancient: You would destroy it? Our beautiful world?
Venat: Lands that stretched on forever. Skies one could drown in. The heartbeat of nature, silent yet strong.
The shot reverses, a high angle medium shot from the ancients in the foreground but Venat remains in the middle, smaller than the other ancients.
Venat: And amidst it all a people. Beacons of light and life. Laughter that warmed my heart like naught else before. They are my meaning and my purpose. My love.
Close up of Venat as she opens her eyes, a slight smile at her recollection, her head still hung. The shot of the sword returns, followed by a closeup shot of the fervent ancient.
Venat: In spite of... or perhaps because of this, I choose to believe. In mankind's potential. In his ability to find a way forward.
Venat begins walking towards the group of ancients and stops as the camera slowly pans up to her face as she once more opens her eyes and looks forward, no longer smiling or sad.
Venat: So let there be no way back. From that temptation I sunder us. No more shall man have wings to bear him to paradise.
Venat raises her sword to the sky. She lowers her sword to the side of her face as the camera tightens up into a close up.
Venat: Hencecforth, he shall walk.
Venat raises her sword again as light pours from her blade and the camera widens. The other ancients raise their hands and cower from the display as everything is covered in white.
White turns to black as a corridor of white smoke pours from the dark and Venat walks through it, limping, her robes tattered, sword still in her hand.
Venat (V.O): All is excruciating pain. I breath fire and torment.
As the camera pans up her front, her face is revealed to be dirtied and bloodied, her expression tired.
Venat (V.O): I birth a world of suffering to mire and plague.
Venat walks by non-ancient peoples suffering, destitute, arguing, bereft of hope, afraid, mourning. Suddenly a flash of impact, Venat staggers as if hit, her sword falls to the ground as her face gets partially covered in black muck. Her robe is more tattered and dirty as she holds her arm and keeps walking.
Venat (V.O): In one fleeting moment, lives come and go. Ever moving towards the unknown. And in that fleeting moment, they cry for the answer to the question: Why, given life, are they meant to suffer. To die...
Venat staggers forward past the peoples suffering, the camera focusing on them before returning to Venat. Another flash of impact, Venat once again staggers, now fully covered in that dark muck like the blood of those she condemned to suffer.
Venat (V.O): As fragmented, imperfect beings, your is a never-ending quest.
Venat's steps slow, and for a moment, her staggering is replaced by the Warrior of Darkness walking towards Hades at the end of
Shadowbringers. Thrice her walking turns into the Warrior of Darkness walking towards Emet-Selch as the camera spins around the duo and back to Venat.
Venat (V.O): A quest to find your purpose, knowing your end is assured. To find the strength to continue, when all strength has left you. To find joy, even as darkness descends...
The camera tightens on Venat's face, her shining eyes piercing through the muck that covers her face
Venat (V.O): ...And amidst deepest despair, light everlasting,