My existence, though feigning, has all but brought me here today to tell you of my fondest memory of that day. That day of the calamity rung down onto us by the unholy serpent fiend Bahamut himself. Myself along with seven other Warriors of light endured a trial of tribulations and wardens such the likes of Nael and Twintania as we fought our way through exhausting hours to finally confront the beast incarnate himself. The revelation of Bahamut was epic as the behemoth of a dragon through a sky lit alflame, breaks out of his prison chains and descended onto the party with a strong desire of malice. He opened attack onto us with different breaths of colorful fire, lighting up the already bright stage we had to face him on. Comrades fell left and right to the scorching blasts it had to offer us but alas with the last of my strength I could muster, I managed to channel all my energies into one final attack; the Dragonsong Dive. I felt it, the anger, aether, sadness, swirling inside of me in an explosion of blue flames taking the form of a dragon, empowering the tip of my spear as I plunged it straight into the creatures heart thus ending its reign of terror! It felt so surreal, a bitter sweet sadness to yeah comrades and I have fallen the beast, but what else is in stored for us in the future? I'll never forget how good it felt, the sense of accomplishment we had..
Thank you denizen of Eorzea for listening to this wanderer's tale. I, Noctis Rhapsodos, leave the future of Eorzea in your hands.