Alright! After sitting on this idea for several months -as well as procrastinating on writing it out and fully playing through XB2, I have finally put together a little prologue chapter for this Hi-Fi Rush and Xenblade 2 Crossover that's been floating around in my head for some time now. I'll admit that I wanted to get both chapters/tracks 0 and 1 uploaded together, but SoraSentry insisted I upload what I currently got complete, soooo… here it is.

I'll also readily admit that at the moment, I'm only at chapter 6 of XB2, so I still got to finish up the story first-hand, but I think I've seen enough of Pyra and Mythra's characterizations to feel confident enough writing them both now. Hopefully, all of you share this sentiment and what I've written here feels in-character to both franchises.

Additionally, thanks to both SoraSentry13 and The Creative Writer for both showing support for this whole concept and giving me people to bounce ideas off of. I'll readily admit I might not have had the willpower to actually start writing this shit without their encouragement and enthusiasm for the idea.

Track 0: An Otherworldly Pre-show.

"Well… not like I didn't see this coming, all things considered… but it still royally blows and means I'm in for a miserable homecoming very soon." One brown-haired young man by the name of Chai groaned out, fighting the urge to collapse against the wall he was leaning back against as he took in the paper he'd received from the campus faculty that told him his final grade for the semester. As he'd correctly suspected going in, his Grade Point Average for the entire semester (barring a few exceptions here and there for a few subjects) was completely abysmal, overall meaning he flunked hard.

"Urgh, God, I can already hear Mom and Dad dressing me down the moment I hear from them too…" The young man continued to think out loud, running his good hand through his hair as he tried not to think too hard of the furious, disappointed reprimands he was bound to hear from his folks for essentially ensuring that his year in college was just a giant waste of money. "Well, not like I'm gonna miss this dreary dump, if that's any silver lining…"

That was probably the most frustrating thing about all this too, Chai grimaced as he reached for the earbuds attached to his ever-trusty MP3 player and began his trek back to his dorm room to begin packing his stuff, he wouldn't even have wasted the time or money putting himself through college if he had any say in the matter. But with how his right arm's… disability ensured that most manual labor jobs Chai could take up would be overall stacked against him and his parents had been dead set on seeing a college education through… even though he just barely managed to graduate from highschool, he didn't have much of a choice.

'Wonder what they're gonna tell me to do when they're done screaming at me… Probably make me find a local job at a carwash or some trash dump… Awesome.' Chai thought glumly, his dour expression all too clear to see as he continued with his trek. 'Well, better than wasting my time here learning to be an accountant… as low a bar as that is.'

And as Chai continued on his way, eventually reaching the campus's dorm building, he couldn't help but lament on how frustrating it was to be born with a disability that made pursuing his real dream and ambition -wowwing the entire world as a kickass rockstar- borderline impossible, with all his previous attempts at learning to play an electric guitar being overall abysmal experiences where very little progress was made. His dour thoughts on the matter certainly weren't helped by the fact that everyone Chai knew back home -from his family to the acquaintances he had back in highschool- really had no faith in the music-loving young man's aspirations to become a rockstar, partly due to how his birth defect made what would be an already difficult aspiration even more daunting, and especially due to Chai's nature as a goof-off slacker that barely skirted by in terms of grades back home.

Chai knew that deep down, he couldn't really begrudge most people for their lack of faith in his dream, given his arm's disability and the easily distracted, slacker personality he had under normal circumstances, but that didn't make it sting any less, especially from his parents and the people back home he'd tentatively refer to as friends.

"God… this sucks so much. Not even Trent's tunes are cheering me up." Chai groaned out in dissatisfaction as he walked up the stairs leading into his campus dorm's lobby, yanking out his earbuds when he came to the sobering realization that the Nine Inch Nails' greatest hits were doing nothing to better his dreary mood. Shaking his head in an attempt to clear it, the young man continued his walk out of the lobby and to his soon-to-be-vacated dorm room, mentally going over how best to approach matters with his parents if they didn't also get the news about his grades…

*Thp! Thp!*

"Hm?"

…till the sound of something being stapled back at the lobby caused the lanky young man to reverse-walk back the way he came. It seemed as though that while he wasn't looking, someone went and stapled some flashy-looking fliers onto the dorm's public board. With a look of curiosity creeping onto his face, Chai took in the flier's depiction of a broadly built robot's form standing triumphantly and apparently holding up the world, or maybe sun, amid the foreground of a cityscape at sunset. At the top of the picture were the words 'TOUCH THE SKY' with 'PROJECT ARMSTRONG' being at the bottom. Upon noticing that one of the fliers posted next to it provided some sort of explanation, Chai gave it a closer look.

"'Project Armstrong… volunteers wanted…? state-of-the-art robotic limb transplants…!? Disabled participants get a special pass for free!?' ALRIGHT!~!" As Chai read through the contents of the flier out loud, it was as though a meter was steadily being turned with his previously depressed and dread-filled mood doing a complete 180.

Yanking the flier containing all the important details off the board, Chai bolted off towards his dorm room with the intention to pack what few personal belongings he brought with him to college and his mind utterly racing. Unlike just a few moments ago, however, where the young man had been sullen and full of nothing but thoughts about how miserable the next few days and reunion with his family would be, now he was positively giddy and reveling in this sudden, miraculous turn of luck. His entire life, his stupid, stupid bum arm made his efforts to actually try and play guitar a nightmare and when combined with what people back home knew of him personality-wise and uh… work ethic-wise, had most convinced that his ambitions to become a bonafide rockstar was an impossible pipedream, despite Chai himself being certain that sort of career was his path in life.

Now though? It was like fate had finally given him both the sign and break in life he'd so desperately needed all along. People were so damn convinced that just cuz he could be a bit on the lazy side, that it'd be impossible for him to play guitar properly, let alone make a career out of it.

"Well let's see them say that to me again when I come home with a sweet, cool, robot arm and the musical skills of a rockstar~." And with that said, Chai finally made it to his dorm room, kicked it open, and quickly began to pack what few things he had, ready to cross mountains and oceans if need be on his newfound path to Vandelay Campus.

Funnily enough, the energetic young man really wasn't wrong, per say,when he came to the conclusion that seeing that flier just completely changed the path his life had been on. However, at the moment, Chai came to the misguided conclusion that Project Armstrong and the technology it had to offer was the ticket he needed to easily coast through life and achieve his dreams of becoming a rockstar without breaking a sweat, the high that the newfound possibilities the project offered already getting to his head a bit.

In reality, while this newfound path he now was going down was certainly going to benefit Chai overall and help him grow and mature as a person, it was by no means going to be an easy one, not by any stretch of the word. Without even realizing it, Chai had just signed himself onto several life-threatening journeys that if summed up to him in advance, would just have Chai convinced that the one telling him this stuff is either playing an elaborate joke on him, or went genuinely mad from watching too much cartoons and anime.

(Hi Hi Rush OST: The Beacon.) watch?v=1YV4SRCDv0k&ab_channel=FarackusFahrenheit

…At the moment though, as Chai happily and obliviously air-guitared to his music in the entry lobby of Vandelay Campus, waiting his turn at the front desk, he was still certain his life was now on easy street from this point onward.

*Next…*

Yup, it looked to him like karma was finally balancing itself out on his end and giving him a much-needed break, and once he got a kickass new robot arm, he could finally get started doing what he'd always wanted to do…

*Next.*

Just the thought of this arm letting him properly play a guitar only got him further into his eager, oblivious air-guitaring, particularly reveling in the thought of having a crowd of adoring fans chanting his name. And hell, who knew how Vandelay did stuff? Maybe they'd even have a specially designed arm for shredding on a guitar. That'd make things even easier for-

*I said next!*

Perking up at the sound of the annoyed LU-C1LLE apparently calling out for him specifically, Chai pulled out his earbuds and confidently marched up to the front desk before pulling his filled-out form out of his red sling and sliding it over for the receptionist robot to read. The robot receptionist's bored, apathetic gaze lingered on him for another moment before taking the time to go over his form. *'Chai…' is it?*

"Yup." The young man answered confidently, putting an emphasis on the P as he spoke. Upon hearing that, the LU-C1LLE's lifted up the application to better examine it, honing in on the 'profession' box and the answer listed inside it.

*Profession is… 'rockstar…?'* The robot read aloud, the paperclipped picture of the young man that came along with the application not being very flattering with how it showed him attempting to imitate a rockstar guitarist's expression mid-performance…

*Fwip.*

…though it was nonetheless very accurate with how Chai was currently mimicking that very same expression, pose and all, as she took in the application.

"FUTURE rockstar." At the sound of his chosen profession being mentioned, Chai blinked out of his rockstar pose before correcting the LU-C1LLE with a confident tone and point of his finger. The robot showed no reactions to Chai's boasts, just watching with a bored, deadpan expression before he broke into another riff of air-guitars and finishing off with a mock-riff and another pose.

*...Are you done?* the LU-C1LLE asked bluntly, making no effort to hide her utter lack of impressment and patience with the young man.

"U-Uh… yes…?" With the figurative winds taken out of his sales at that response, Chai could only tentatively provide an answer.

*Urgh, whatever. Here's your Project Armstrong pass,* with that, the LU-C1LLE put Chai's application away before pulling out a pass that had his picture and information on it. *and welcome to Vandelay Campus.*

"YES!" And like that, Chai's chipper, eager demeanor was back in an instant, quickly swiping up his Project Armstrong pass before sprinting off towards the passageway that would lead into the Campus proper.

Before long, Chai found himself reaching the literal light at the end of the tunnel, and found a clear grin creeping onto his face as he took in the pristine, futuristic streets, buildings, and appliances of Vandelay Campus.

All too eager to get on with getting his transplant and with the music in his MP3 providing him with even more of a spring in his step, the young man continued to race through the bustling streets of the futuristic campus, intent on locating the building where orientation for the project was taking place and being among the first that got their robotic enhancements. If he was hearing things right while signing up, all that was happening in the Campus's Production Center.

"Welcome applicants to Project Armstrong! Technology flawlessly meshed with the human body, all dedicated to improving the lives of people all over the world."

The sound of one of Vandelay's executives, that lady in charge of Marketing -Chai really couldn't be bothered to try and remember her name at the moment- did nothing to slow the aspiring musician's stride down, only slowing down into a brisk jog when he caught sight of his destination and made his way into a building where the other Armstrong applicants were all gathered.

"AND NOW, THE CEO OF VANDELAY TECHNOLOGIES: KALE VANDELAY!"

And judging by the sight of Kale Vandelay confidently striding out from atop his high-rise platform to address the cheering crowd, Chai was going to assume he made it to the right place.

"What a historic day!" Kale began, his tone personable as he addressed the crowd. "You're all the best of the best, and you're about to become even better… thanks to our robotic enhancements!" As the CEO continued with his introductory speech, the pleased smile on Chai's face only grew more prominent as he took off his earbuds to better hear him. Getting confirmation that he really was special all along really was just the cherry on top to what was already shaping up to be the best day in Chai's life. "We here at Vandelay have always been about helping those in need, and you all in Project Armstrong are about to show the world just how special you can become!"

"In fact, for those among you who truly are the best of the best, you might just have the privilege of assisting us at Vandelay with another project we have in the works. One that could potentially end up being just as revolutionary to the world as Project Armstrong will be, maybe even moreso!" At the enticing prospect of whatever this mystery project Vandelay has in the works was, the crowd's already enthusiastic cheering only doubled in its intensity.

"Now go! Get ready for a better life!" And with that, the CEO turned around and took his leave, leaving all the Project Armstrong applicants to get properly sorted for their upcoming robotic enhancements.

'Wait, they're setting up lines…!? Urgh, and I was one of the last people to arrive here too!' It was at this point, all while restlessly trying to look past the crowd, that Chai realized that the process to get set-up with some sweet Armstrong tech had a 'first come, first served' approach to things… and with how Chai had only arrived here about a minute earlier, he realized that if he legitimately waited his turn in line like a good boy, then he'd be stuck here till the evening, actual arm disability or no.

"Huh-? Hey!"

"I-I'm with him…!"

"You looking for a punch to the face, punk!?"

"Special pass here!"

"The hell do you think you're-!?"

"I uh, think they just called my name!"

…and with his realization in mind, Chai opted to put his natural agility to good use and navigate his way past the other applicants and to the front of the line. As one would expect, actively cutting through the line earned the wannabe rocker no small amount of glares and clenched fists that looked ready to strike him, but Chai's own speed and surprising lightness on his feet ensured he was able to dip, dive, and leap his way past several incensed Project Armstrong applicants unmolested, capping things off by jumping right over a particularly brawny looking guy and deftly stepping through the doorway the applicants were meant to go through… albeit right after nimbly ducking underneath said brawny guy's furious attempt to cold-cock him in the back of the head for cutting.

Not even a moment after pulling this off, Chai then noticed someone tapping on his shoulder. Turning to his left, the young man saw that it was one of Vandelay's ES-101 security robots (The Elite Saber), which was currently holding a plastic container and gestured for Chai to place his belongings inside it.

One quick change of clothes into a hospital gown later (followed up by him reluctantly parting ways with his MP3), Chai found himself being led (Read: repeatedly kicked) through the Project Amrstrong facility, so awed and taken with his sleek, futuristic surroundings that he didn't notice how a nearby screen that scanned his body and mental faculties came to the conclusion that the best robotic limb transplants for him would be one suited for garbage collection…nor did he notice the heated discussion going on at the railway several stories above him.

"You promised me the best of the best, Mimosa!" Kale pointed out irritably, stopping mid frustrated stride to properly address both his head of marketing and his head of production.

"Production asked for 'test subjects,' Kale… and Marketing delivered." The afformented Mimosa pointed out coolly, seamlessly shifting any blame over to her colleague as easily as she did breathing.

"HEY! Don't pin it on Rekka! You tell that grand-stander Zanzo in R&D to-!"

"Enough!" As one would expect, Mimosa casually throwing Rekka under the bus like that (figuratively, of course. Such a thing would be impossible in literal terms) quickly earned her the brawny woman's ire, but before she could truly get into her tangent, Kale's furious tone cut her off. "We need people with influence, and instead you're giving me…" As the irritable CEO continued with his tirade, he caught sight of something on the belongings conveyor that only proved the point he was trying to make. Without a second thought, Kale grabbed the nearby MP3 player that belonged to one of the applicants and brandished it in front of both executives. "LOSERS!"

"It'll work."

"It better!" Was Kale's sharp response, keeping his incensed glare on Mimosa and Rekka for another moment before his gaze drifted over to ultimately settled on the two cargo containers currently accompanying the three of entirely towards the two containers, the tan-skinned man's gaze lingered on the container to his right, which was currently storing a great deal of exotic, albeit identical-looking dark-blue crystals, with one in particular standing out compared it's brethren due to its rectangular, cross-like shape when compared to the other, more cube-shaped crystals, and most prominently, due to the faint emerald color and glow it constantly radiated. "The recent development Zanzo discovered regarding our newest project needs my direct input and research, and the last thing I need to worry about on top of that is having to do all your jobs to ensure our more immediate efforts proceed without fail."

Kale didn't bother looking towards Mimosa or Rekka as he said this, keeping his icy gaze trained on the crystal for another moment before turning towards the more vertically shaped container, which housed both the curious, intricate red sword that R&D had painstakingly pried that emerald gemstone from… and a motionless red-headed female humanoid with the same sort of emerald gemstone embedded into her chest. "...And while you're at it, have the drones that'll be properly transporting these materials across campus to my lab to double-time it."

"And remember; no slip-ups, and no defects!" Getting his mind back on more immediate matters and projects, Kale made sure to hammer that demand home to both his subordinates one more time before continuing on with his day… but not before giving the MP3 player he snatched out of the check-in line one last disdainful look over. "...What a piece of junk."

And with a dismissive scoff, the cantankerous CEO tossed the music player over the railing and into the depths of the facility before he continued on his way… completely unaware of what he just set in motion.

Incidentally, Kale and the rest of the executives went on their way, pointedly ignoring how the music player Kale tossed smacked one of the VA-SER units responsible for carting the container full of those gemstones over to his lab.

*W-Whoa! Shit!* The VA-SER exclaimed, thrown off by the object suddenly smacking into his face, to the point that he nearly fell over entirely, which wasn't doing any favors to the other three VA-SERs, who all just barely managed to avoid collapsing to the floor and having that container crash down on them all with disastrous results.

*Be more careful you moron! You tryin' to get us all scrapped!?* The moment they were all certain they weren't at risk of dropping the container, one of the VA-SERs was predictably quick to start arguing with the one that set them off balance in the first place.

*Hey! I wouldn't have lost my balance if I didn't get a friggin' music player tossed onto my face!* Came the first VA-SER's immediate, indignant response. From there, all four of the Vandelay work-force bots were quick to start arguing, snarling, and hissing at each other as they all nonetheless continued on with their job. However, all four VA-SERs were so caught up in their arguing that none of them notice how that curious emerald-colored gemstone, the same one R&D went through all the trouble of prying out from that red sword from the other container, had tumbled out of it's containment when the container had been briefly put off-balance, fell out of the container through a gap in it's design, and began steadily falling right after the MP3 player Kale callously and dismissively tossed away.

Both the music player and crystal rapidly and deeper still tumbled through the depths of the production facility, each bouncing in surprising tandem off of several rails, one confused SC-RUB, and one headlight before finally landing at their destination… which would be on the chest of one unwitting Chai, who was currently being strapped into an elaborate operating table that was to give him his robotic replacement arm.

"...Huh?" Craning his neck forward at the sight of what appeared to be his MP3 player landing right in the middle of his chest out of nowhere -topped off by some weird green rock falling right on top of it not even a moment after- Chai could initially only vocalize his confusion before his eyes darted forward as the concerning question of what this meant for his surgery occurred to him. "U-Uhm…"

That was about all Chai managed to get out before the other end of the advanced operating table came forward and not only caused the young man to black out, but would also seal his fate for the considerable future… at the ever-present risk of sounding over-dramatic, of course.

XENOBLADE RUSH

Not long after Chai's surgery went underway, and not too far outside the production facility, someone was beginning to awaken as a direct result of these events.

As established earlier, Vandelay's R&D division recently chanced upon a discovery related to these Otherworldly crystals (among other things), with us currently following the squadron of SBRs tasked with transporting these materials to Kale's personal research lab in Vandelay Tower. Even with the R&D head's recent discovery/development regarding these crystals, he still hadn't made any substantial progress in his experiments regarding them that would benefit the company, leading Kale to the conclusion that he'd have to get some research done on them firsthand if they were to see any actual progress done with them…

*Hey! Careful with how you move those things! You know what we were told, Kale does not want any of this cargo damaged or even scuffed up on the way to his lab,* …And with how Kale made it exceedingly clear to them how there'd be dire consequences for everyone regarding any potential damage sustained to these materials, regardless of who was at fault, it left the entire squadron of Vandelay bots a bit on the high-strung side. This was made clear when the lead SBR admonished his colleague for stumbling forward and once again shaking up the container with all those blue rocks. *and we all know it's straight to the scrap heap for all of us if even just one of us messes this up.*

*Yeah, if we're lucky. With how we're starting this job in Production, I wouldn't be surprised if Kale or Rekka just decides to go with QA-M1L instead.* One SBR dryly brought up, letting out a grunt as he helped push the cart along.

*Eugh, don't jinx it!* Another SBR shuddered. *that overbuilt freak gives me the creeps. Heard he doesn't just eat defects, either. Rumor has it Rekka, Kale and the rest of management even feed him the newer models that don't do their jobs properly!*

The banter between the several Vandelay bots continued like this for some time, continuing towards the production district's main exit, the lot of them expecting this to be a simple -albeit much more high priority and sensitive- cargo-transport job they'd get done before lunch.

*FWOOM!*

Needless to say, those plans and expectations were abruptly dashed when the container holding their cargo spontaneously combusted out of nowhere.

*Say… any of you guys smell burning metal-?* The SBRs carrying the container barely even had the chance to comprehend that they'd also been lit on fire before the flames suddenly grew all-consuming, swallowing them all up and growing greater still. Just when it seemed as though the flames reached their apex, they suddenly began to shrink in and converge on their source, the fire Blade and Aegis known as Pyra.

At the moment, the Blade spoken of in legends in the world of Alrest was slumped down down in a kneeling position, seemingly unconscious and motionless. This only lasted for a moment before her vivid red eyes slowly began to drift open. "Hmm…?"

"H-Huh!?"

Once she properly took in her immediate surroundings, Pyra felt her initial composure upon feeling her awakening take a blow when, rather than being greeted with the cold, dark interior of the ship Addam sealed her away in, she found herself surrounded by the wreckage of what looked to be her container, several piles of melted scrap metal that appeared vaguely humanoid shapes, and a vibrant, colorful, high-tech cityscape all around her that resembled nothing from the memories of 500 years ago.

"What in the…?" Rising to her feet, the redheaded Blade could only take in the alien environment all around her while feeling a growing sense of awe and confusion. "Where… what is this place…!?"

After everything that happened in the events leading up to her sealing -after all the horrific devastation and death that had been wrought to Alrest in the immediate aftermath of the Aegis war- Pyra would readily admit that seeing such a new and futuristic cityscape like this was the very last thing she expected to see upon waking up. Had… enough time passed since her sealing that Alrest actually managed to recover -possibly even improve- from all the damage she and Malos inflicted on it? Or… was whatever was happening here something else entirely?

Pyra probably would've stood there pondering her current circumstances even further when two objects of interest out of the corner of her eye caught her striding over to them both upon noticing them, the first object was one very familiar to the Aegis, her sword, even if like herself now, it's form was now changed considerably compared to how it was 500 years ago. However, even with its drastically changed appearance in mind, Pyra immediately took notice of something amiss with her weapon.

"...The core crystal is missing? How is that even possible…!?" Pyra thought aloud incredulously, blinking to make sure this wasn't a trick of her eyes. The sight was so confusing and opened up so many more questions for the redhead to mull over she almost forgot about the 2nd object that caught her eye. It looked to be some sort of high-tech black tablet with a blue screen that had the words 'VANDELAY' typed onto it. Hoping this would at least provide some answers to whatever was going on here, Pyra picked the tablet up and began to fiddle with it, a curious expression on her face, before something popped up on the screen.

IMPORTANT NOTE REGARDING THE 'CORE CRYSTAL' AND 'BLADE' TRANSPORT JOB:

[As established, with the utter brick wall Zanzo and the rest of R&D have hit regarding the new materials related to this 'Blade and Core Crystal' project, Kale wants a container of the materials -along with the new set of 'materials' discovered during R&D's latest experiments- to be brought to his lab in Vandelay Tower for research.

Also, friendly warning for any workers on this job if you don't want a ticket straight to the incinerator; DO NOT say anything about how… suspect it is that Kale wants an unconscious girl in a container brought to his personal work-space. I actually caught a glimpse of one VA-SER that was actually dumb enough to bring this up to his face and uh… needless to say, it was the last thing that poor sap ever did. (Also never knew a guy could go from 'annoyed' to 'utterly enraged and affronted' in just a few seconds like that…)

Either way, the long and short of it is that this whole job and matter is clearly a sensitive one for Vandelay as a company, so my advice is to just stay focused on the job AND NOTHING ELSE so that you all live to see the end of this day]

…Well, that answered at least a few questions… but also raised many, MANY more, Pyra reflected as she re-read the contents of the note with slightly wide eyes and a look of confusion. It was very clear that whatever happened between her being put to sleep and waking up that she, along with multiple core crystals according to the title of this note, had been discovered by some sort of group or organization that wanted to research and learn more about her… and with the way they referred to her and the Core Crystals, it was as though they were referring to a completely new and alien discovery, not a concept that would've been well-known and established on Alrest for centuries by now.

"...So I'm in a completely unfamiliar place, the core crystal on my sword is missing, this… 'Vandelay' company has a clear interest in research Core Crystals and Blades, and my Driver is nowhere to be found… This… is all ending up much more complicated than I expected…" Pyra sighed, letting the tip of her sword rest on the concrete as she brought her free hand to her head. "And the way this note is worded… has so much time passed in Alrest that its inhabitants don't even know what Blades and Drivers are anymore?"

Exhaling through her nose, Pyra took a deep breath before taking her sword and pulling it out of the ground.

"Hmm..." The redheaded Blade brought her weapon closer to her face, her eyes focusing on the cross-shaped hole where its Core Crystal should be. "Well, I might not know what's going on, but at least I can do something about this." She said before putting one of her fingers from her free hand into the hole. The Aegis focused her power, causing her Core Crystal to glow and after a few second an emerald glow came out her hand and into her sword. A few moments later, Pyra removed her hand and saw that her blade now had its Core Crystal. She then proceed to test out her weapon by activating it, and thankfully, the fiery blade of energy projected out of the sword as it should.

Pyra sighed in relief. "There, much better. That's at least one less concern." She smiled as she deactivated her sword and unsummoned it. "Now then..." She took another look around her surroundings and eventually chose a direction to go in. Pondering these questions with no clear answer wouldn't get her anywhere, whereas she could feel that her awakening was caused by someone resonating with her core crystal and becoming her Driver. If the Fire Blade wanted to make sense of the situation she awoke to, then finding her Driver -whoever they might be- would be the first and best step to doing so…

…Though this course of action unfortunately brought one more question to Pyra's mind, one that was rather important too.

"This… place is gigantic. Where do I even start looking?"