You are the Demon King. With the power of the Dark Stone, you will reign supreme.

Ephraim? What manner of fool does he think he is to stop you? He calls out to this "Lyon", even knowing all that remains of his dear friend is his frail husk of a body. Soon even that won't be there, should Ephraim have the nerve to cut you down.

Look at him. Even in these dark times he still fights on so valiantly, has the time to ask his dear sister if she's well, keep the little dragon girl safe by his side. Ah, they're approaching you now, the light from the Sacred Twins is almost blinding.

Tell me, Lyon. What would you do now, could you be here to see the girl you loved weep such bitter tears? The man you idolized wracked with anger and sorrow? The look of horror on the face of your mentor?

Heh. Even now Ephraim still calls you Lyon, as if Lyon still existed. He comes at you, poised to attack, but you stand still. You are the Demon King, you reign supreme, even the might of the sacred Flame Lance cannot aaaaaaaaaaah-

-piercing, tearing through this accursed human flesh, ipain/i in every part of you. You are the Demon King, you are

-Lyon.

Lyon.

"Lyon!"

He's kneeling down, you feel his arms lift you up, cradle you against him. You can barely make out the outlines of his handsome face.

"Lyon..."

"C-c'mon, Ephraim...smile for me, like you used to..."

His smile is the last thing you see before the darkness overcomes you, and everything fades.