Death comes to Celes.
It marches with an army of thousands, an army that comes not to conquer but to destroy. Not to save but to kill. Monsters roam the shadowy alleyways of the city searching for those they might devour, and corrupt guardsmen wield their blades against those they are meant to protect. The wanderer has found new allies, ruthless criminals, a famous swordmaster, and a wizard of great power, yet even they may not be enough to face what comes. Assassin is dead, but another, perhaps even greater threat has taken her place. An enemy who kills not with a sharpened blade but with a smile, with a whisper. Against such weapons, even the loyalty of those closest to the wanderer will be tested. Against such weapons, even the great may fall. Death comes to Celes… The only question… is whose?
