Summary: Rhea returns to aid NOAH in their excavations of the Crystal Tower but things, as usual, grow more complicated and once more the Warrior of Light is called upon to save the world.

Although Rhea found her exploits with NOAH and the Crystal Tower to be more akin to her kind of 'rest and relaxation', even she was grateful she had a few days of rest before the agitation of inactivity began to get to her. Cloistered away in the Waking Sands barracks, Rhea took the reprieve of downtime to catch up on the much needed sleep she'd lost delving into the depths of Carteneau.

With ample time to recover, it was not long before she began to feel that telltale itch of hers. She decided to head to Mor Dhona. It had been quite some time since she'd heard from anyone from NOAH and she was eager to check in and see the progress they'd made. In truth, part of her had had enough of the Allagans and their creations and monstrosities, especially after all she learned, but there was no denying - the Crystal Tower was connected to Dalamud. Dalamud existed, and had done what it had solely for the purpose of channeling energy into the Tower.

She had to know what was inside. She had to know what it had all been for.

So it was that, with a brief farewell to the bustling Scions working on the move, she departed for Saint Coinach's Find once more. To say she was disappointed upon her arrival to hear they'd hit a roadblock was considerable. However, the timely arrival of two strangers, it would seem, was going to change everything.

Rhea was suspicious at their arrival, and their claims to be Students of Baldesion - that much was clear. The fact they shared a pair of eyes similar to G'raha's singularly red one and said that he was destined to be tied to the fate of Allag didn't help that suspicion either. Still, she had little proof to doubt their stories just yet and thus, with a watchful eye, they were admitted to help with the Tower.

In the end, Rhea's wariness proved justified, for the new arrivals - Unei and Doga - were indeed not who they purported themselves to be. She wondered if they would have ever revealed their true identities as Allagan clones had it not been for the timely arrival of Nero tol Scaeva, of all people. Truly, the air was palpable with tension and mistrust. She didn't like being lied to but at least their intentions were good. Nero on the other hand? Rhea had no taste or liking to work with the man who had uncovered and manipulated the Ultima Weapon to help the Black Wolf conquer Eorzea.

Nothing about this damnable tower, or the entire experience, felt right but, then again, what from the ancient Allags ever felt right? After her experiences with Bahamut, Rhea found herself quite jaded with the civilization as a whole. Every experience, thus far, she'd had with the remnants of them had only brought pain, destruction and death. While she still held excitement for the thrill she'd had regarding the excavation as a whole - she was, after all, a true archaeologist at heart - the subject matter of the excavation left much to be desired.

Still, the mission remained the same. They needed to go in, clear out and secure the Tower then find a way to shut it down and lock it away - for good. Just from what she knew of Dalamud, and what she'd seen, she knew that anything tied to it was not something that anyone should have. Especially if what lay within the Syrcus Tower, the name the Allags gave it, was reserved for Royalty only. Exclusivity never boded well where such things were concerned.

The information that the Allagan clones recited to them not only confirmed her worries but compounded new information, and new dangers, atop them. The situation was far worse than any of them had realized. With the risk of the ancient Allagan Emperor Xande now awakened, the Tower was considerably more dangerous than they'd previously thought. And it was to Rhea that the clones looked to for the salvation of the realm.

Rhea could not help but be amused that, of course during her rest period, she should be called upon to save the world again. It would have been comical for not being so sad. Yet Rhea was who she was. She'd been made for this, Chosen for this.

A great shadow cast itself upon the land of Eorzea from the Tower and as Rhea looked up upon its crystalline spire, she knew she was ready to do all she could to bring an end to the tyranny it would bring.