You're so incredibly... stubborn!
Witch Haida's halberd blade meets "Death's" powerful blow, sending a jolt up her arms. Her wrists throb as she cries out her accusation in pain.
You're like wet sealing wax—impossible to shake off! Don't you ever quit?!
I'm not wasting my breath on someone who drags angels into Hell! Hand over the Chaos Gate Emissary, surrender, or perish! Stop stirring up trouble in Atlantis!
The air shimmers with "Death's" war cry, waves of pure rage rippling through the falling inferno.
Look at what you've become! Would Lustrous regret saving you when you were nothing but a lifeless husk? You weren't even meant to live!
Lustrous...?
The mermaid's focus wavers—a fatal misstep in the heat of battle.
The Knight seizes the moment, driving her iron blade—still slick with angel blood—into the mermaid's arm. It's not a powerful thrust, but it lands with chilling accuracy.
Ouch! That hurts!
You lay down a precise burst of shots, pushing back the angels trying to back up the Witch Haida.
The tide has clearly turned—Cerberus is leading the charge as the demon army cleans up the last scattered enemy forces in the valley.
Don't let the Sanctuary pull the wool over your eyes—don't fall for their attempts to split us up and gut Hell's power. We've already lost too many good soldiers.
"Death" has the Witch Haida pinned down, a frown of concern etched on her face.
It's not too late to give in. I don't want us to settle this with a bloodbath.
The Sanctuary has nothing to do with this! I swiped the Omega Egg myself, and the Hell Train was just... part of a trade with someone else.
Just part of a trade? Do you have any clue what's gone down in the mortal realm since the Hell Train bit the dust? Bloodsworn, tell her what you've seen with your own eyes!
Catch that? The dead can't even get into Hell anymore—they're stuck roaming the surface as walking corpses.
Y-you can't pin this on me! Even if I hadn't hopped on the Hell Train, your power as a Ferryman was already circling the drain—it wouldn't have lasted anyway!
You've got to believe me. I need Atlantis, I need a spot where I can get to the Acheron River...
Some people just never learn!
"Death" stops pulling his punches, his blade slicing into the Witch Haida's arm. If she'd been any slower, her fingers would've been lopped off.
No... I haven't really done much wrong. I just wanted to bring them back.
I should never have stashed you away in the mortal realm... But I'm not handing over the Demon Fortress to you, no matter what!
As if she's made up her mind, Witch Haida slams her palm against the ground.
The ground shakes violently at her command, and the Acheron River, which wraps around the Demon Fortress walls, splashes crimson water onto the shore.
If you're still dead set on stopping me, then take a dip in that river... and turn into a stone with no feelings at all.
Caw—what's she getting at?
The raven swoops through the air, ducking and weaving to avoid the Acheron River's waters.
Someday, I'll remake all of you, free from all the hate and conflict.
Go—the void's... calling your name!
She lifts her Halberd Blade again, and on the battlefield that should have been the end, huge waves suddenly surge at her command, leaving no place to hide.
Damn it, she's drowning us again! Get back! Everybody retreat!
The flood! Here comes the flood!
Foam droplets spray from the river onto the shore, hitting "Death" and instantly burning pitch-black holes right through her.
Tsk!
Even as new flesh constantly grows back, there's no escaping the searing pain of the burns.
Lamia, I've cut a deal with the Bloodsworn. You can never truly kill me.
I swear I'll stand before you again. You can't outlast me.
The waters of the Acheron River are already past the Death's calves, and a powerful pull from beneath the surface drags her and the Bloodsworn down into the abyss.
I-I don't care! Every time you come back, I'll just kick your butt again!
Witch Haida looks away, flustered.
The crimson tide keeps rising, hotter than Hellfire, burning your nose and throat with excruciating pain.
Take my hand, Gray Raven!
The abyss, utterly beyond description, swallows everything from all sides, making it impossible to breathe.
Only your covenant and your unwavering faith keep your fingers from slipping apart.
We were just talking about those stones sinking into the river, and now we're getting a taste of it ourselves.
Ever wonder what's on the other side of death?
No one can answer anymore.
"Death" clings tightly to you as you both sink into the depths of the Acheron abyss.
