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"At long last, the Imperial blockades of Duscaean roadways have been removed," the Radio informed them as the Regalia smoothly slid down the roads of Duscae, on the way back to Lestallum. "The Imperial army has also demolished all related facilities erected around the region. The provisional government of Insomnia expects increased traffic congestion around most local highways and encourages all citizens to refrain from any unnecessary travel for the time being."
"So," said Prompto, not wanting to think about this little bit of news filtering through the dashboard in light of Ardyn's promise to remove the armies just a little bit ago, "help me figure this out. Who was that guy?"
"The High Commander himself," Ignis replied. "And Lady Lunafreya's brother. Wartime makes for quick promotions."
"Even a son of Tenebrae can rise to the top," Gladio added, with no small amount of disdain in his grumble.
"But why would he want to lead their army?" Prompto persisted.
"Who cares?" Noctis replied.
"Certainly formidable enough in his own right," Ignis pointed out.
"If Ravus wants power," Noctis sneered, tightening his hands on the wheel, "I'll give him a taste."
( That anger would be mainted even after they arrived back in Lestallum -- CW for off-screen death a character we've barely talked about )
"In the meantime," Ignis suggested softly, "we've all have a very long day. I suggest we get some rest, replenish our supplies, and then set forth for Caem in the morning I'll get in touch with Cid; surely, he remembers something about the secret harbor from back in the day. Hopefully, the roads remain clear and we should have smooth sailing."
You'd think by now, he'd have learned to stop saying things like that, really, but at least, it might actually be true this time. For a little while, anyway.
[[ you probably know the drill by now. NFB, NFI, a brief conclusion to Final Fantasy Chapter 5 - Dark Clouds ]]
"So," said Prompto, not wanting to think about this little bit of news filtering through the dashboard in light of Ardyn's promise to remove the armies just a little bit ago, "help me figure this out. Who was that guy?"
"The High Commander himself," Ignis replied. "And Lady Lunafreya's brother. Wartime makes for quick promotions."
"Even a son of Tenebrae can rise to the top," Gladio added, with no small amount of disdain in his grumble.
"But why would he want to lead their army?" Prompto persisted.
"Who cares?" Noctis replied.
"Certainly formidable enough in his own right," Ignis pointed out.
"If Ravus wants power," Noctis sneered, tightening his hands on the wheel, "I'll give him a taste."
( That anger would be mainted even after they arrived back in Lestallum -- CW for off-screen death a character we've barely talked about )
"In the meantime," Ignis suggested softly, "we've all have a very long day. I suggest we get some rest, replenish our supplies, and then set forth for Caem in the morning I'll get in touch with Cid; surely, he remembers something about the secret harbor from back in the day. Hopefully, the roads remain clear and we should have smooth sailing."
You'd think by now, he'd have learned to stop saying things like that, really, but at least, it might actually be true this time. For a little while, anyway.
[[ you probably know the drill by now. NFB, NFI, a brief conclusion to Final Fantasy Chapter 5 - Dark Clouds ]]
