The next morning, Rahal set up a meeting in the lobby. "Do not worry yourselves," he told us. "Cyranuce was taken to the Bostaunieux Oubliette as a prisoner. The king told me that Cyranuce believed Batosai was guilty of treason, but had no proof of it. The king saw the jealousy in Cyranuce and decided to punish him for such acts."
Excenmille eyed me and said, "Could Cyranuce perhaps be right?" Everyone looked at Excenmille at once as he kept talking. "I overheard your meeting with Kousaten last night, Batosai. Do not tell me you wish to believe a Hume with a necklace that matches your own. Perhaps it would be best to have him executed, to show that your thoughts are wrong."
Whatever thread was holding back my rage broke, and soon the room grew exceedingly dark, but light still reflected off of the knights. "You will not harm my brother!" I yelled, lunging at Excenmille. However, the other knights somehow managed to hold me down long enough for the Priests to arrive. Their magics bound me to the ground, and soon enough, the king walked towards me.
"Batosai," he said. "you were my best and most loyal knight. However, I cannot ignore these acts, for they may soon become treason against me. I hereby sentence both you and Kousaten to death. You will remain in the Bostaunieux Oubliette until the date of your executions."
Three days had passed since we were imprisoned, and Cyranuce was muttering something about finding the power of a dragon. I shook it off, but hours later, an explosion occured in his cell. Every available knight rushed to save Cyranuce, but he was dead on the scene. The knights spat at me as I walked by, except for Rahal. Rahal turned towards me and said,
"There is hope for you yet." One week later, our executions were planned. That night, before we were to be killed, I had a dream. A large wyrm was before me, the Wyrm King, Bahamut. He told me that if I was to remain a Knight of Darkness, then not only would Kousaten and I be slain, but all of Vana'diel would be destroyed. I turned around, and saw a young wyvern. I could feel warmth from this wyvern... the same warmth I felt from my brother.
It spoke to me in his voice, "In order to protect Vana'diel, you must restore your heart. Follow your heart and find your destiny, only then will you help bring light to Vana'diel." I woke up, shocked at this vision, and saw that my little brother was already taken. Eventually, so was I.
"Do you have any last requests?" The executioner asked me before proceeding with his job.
"Yes... may I have my brother's necklace?" I asked. I was given the necklace, and during the swing, put the two pieces of the amulet together. I saw Vana'diel in the future, covered by a force that was eating it away bit by bit, ruled by no one, with chaos roaming the world. All that remained in Vana'diel was one small glimmer of hope... in the form of a wyvern egg. The vision stopped, and I quickly gathered power within me and broke free before I was executed. I blinded all of San d'Oria, and headed off in search of the egg, with my brother's heart to guide me.