The Six have safeguarded this star since time immemorial—each of a different mind, but united by this common purpose.

The Gods' protection extends to all creatures here below—even to the mortals created in their image. They are feeble creatures leading fragile lives and clinging to foolish fancies. The Frostbearer scorns these visions of "hope" which melt like snow in the sun's light.

Yet the Pyreburner admires their strength of will. For their reverence, he grants unto them his flame, and the world of man flourishes. His benevolence warms the frozen heart of the Frostbearer. The mortals have earned her respect; he, her love and admiration.

Noctis hummed in contemplation as he lounged on the throne, his Oracle and beloved Lunafreya in an untroubled sleep next to him. He had woken up not too long ago, crystals continuing to float around the throne room the two had reunited in not long after the man had purged Eos of the Starscourge; at the cost of his own life.

Despite his death, Noct was relieved to have saved the world – and to be back with his cherished Luna. He reflected on how grateful he felt to have protected the entire world from impending doom; the aid of the Gods, his friends, Luna, his dad and everyone around him would forever remain in his heart. He was eternally grateful, hoping his comrades were okay.

Glancing over at his now-wife's napping form, Noct remembered the High Messenger who always remained by the Oracle's side when she was alive.

Gentiana was of substantial guidance in fulfilling his calling. On the train headed to Tenebrae, she had revealed to him her true form as the Glacian before divulging the shared past of the Astrals. She had then asked Noctis to release her own love, the Infernian, from his state of corruption inflicted upon him by Ardyn. He had carried out that promise by granting him peace in death.

What made Noct still wonder, however, were a few things:

What was Ifrit like before he tried to destroy Solheim?
How did he treat Shiva?

Could she see him again somehow?

As if his curiosity was made known, the very Messenger he pondered about appeared on the steps before him.

"Gentiana?"

"The Chosen King is intrigued by the tale of the Pyreburner and the Frostbearer," Gentiana stated in her serene matter-of-factly tone she carried, her eyes remaining shut. "Time was of the essence when the recounting of the Astrals' enmity. Now that the dawn reigns in the world once more, the King shall be gifted the chronicle of the Two."

With that being said, the High Messenger spread her arms and allowed her own being to transform into her true self, the Glacian. The air around them shifted into a soft but feasible chill, prompting Noct to check on Luna; she seemed unaffected by the change, albeit repositioning herself to be closer to him slightly. He obliged and moved closer to her, as much as the throne would allow. Their arms brushed against one another with a light graze.

Shiva watched the small but meaningful interaction with a fond smile, her own memories of affection and warmth coming back to her as recited her epic.