Eorzea, a blighted realm, riddled whit old scars.
Twice now it has eluded the empire’s crush
And for this failure the realm (…. ?)
It is twisted beyond all reckoning
Rotten nigh to (… ?)
Yet it must be saved
Garlond, soon you will be made to know the true power of magiteck
So you are the adventurer of who we have heard so much
Have you ever had the sensation of been pulled away from reality?
Brother, are you certain this (… ?)
Remembrance (… ?) if our world is to heal, we must put the horrors of the calamity behind us.
Fight and not tremble at my might
(… ?)
Oh, see my boy
You look well, for one who has forsaken king and country.
I wonder what else you will forsake before the day is done.
What in the seven hells.
(… ?) a none among you has the power to stop me.
(… ?) but prevent old ones from opening a new.