"Come, Elena, we must hurry," Greil whispered to his wife hastily. His footsteps echoed through the dark hallways of Palmeni Temple, the sacred library of Daein history, but hearing his own pace did not comfort the knight like it usually did. He had never been so nervous in his life; he had never been so tense in any situation before. This flight, by far, surpassed every fencing match he had ever participated in, even those concerning the other three of the Four Riders.

Greil swiftly looked into the passage behind. He could hear Betram's horse galloping through the temple in the back of his mind; he could hear Bryce's heavy footsteps trampling any hope the couple had. He wished the pounding would go away... his head throbbed in an unforgiving mockery of his thought, enervating his senses. Anxiety drowned any pleasant notions like the water that flooded the entire planet on that night the power of Lehran's Medallion was invoked. Greil looked at his wife's other hand. That was what she held so closely to her breast; Lehran's Medallion was wrapped in coarse linen and was being carried by the only beorc who could.

"Greil, I don't want to leave her! She'll die! Please, please, go back! Take her with us, please!"

"Stop yelling like that! We have to get out of here alive, and we'll never accomplish that with you screeching your way through these corridors!" The powerful knight was almost reduced to tears in hearing his wife's crying pleas. They had to leave Lillia behind; they had no choice. Greil knew that Elena loved that heron with all her heart; he knew what a terrible shame it was to leave the only survivor of the Serenes Massacre to die. He winced as another one of Elena's gasps reached his ears.

"Greil, Greil..." Elena sobbed as the couple reached the back door of the Temple. The stately knight forced open the barrier and, holding his wife tightly, led her down the stairs and around the side of the building. Cavalier, Greil's stately horse, stood still as the knight mounted him. Pulling his wife up in back of him, Greil kicked his steed forcefully and they began their journey to freedom. The knight lent one quick glance to the towering spires of the temple, etching into his memory the events of this life. The horse then disappeared into the flurries of snow of the white plains of Daein, never to return.