Before you lies the City of The Golden Tower: Transcendia. The golden tower rises all the way up into the sky, with such majesty that it contests Sol for the Zenith, casting a shadow upon its own place in the world.
Behind you lie the armies of the Free Marches in combat with the Royal army. The Free Marches led by Mira, the Guisi slave that you'd freed so long ago and now a maiden of freedom that's become known as “The Red Viper.” You hear the roar of battle behind you as they fight in the open field, and yet you stand at the wall, touching the stone and hearing their voices chatter on about just how they'll keep you out.
“Sorry.” You say in Belinda's voice with her face, “We'll be flying.”
You reach for the endless bag of Fate's thread, pulling the red string that keeps it held shut. “Dramir, Chou Cullain!” You shout as their threads pour from the velvet bag, into each of your hands. Bringing the two faces together in a single swipe over Belinda's face, the three of you merge into one.
“Amalgus: Drellain!”
Your body morphs, warps in mere moments into the three way fusion of fates, the pinnacle of what you've been able to do upon your journeys thus far, yet there is no more time. The end is coming near... The star that Thespia dreads to see the most: Her first love, Nifl... When she sees him, the curse will repeat once more... And Avar won't be around this time to set up such a perfect circumstance.
Your body shifts into a vaguely feminine form with masculine musculature and flowing white hair that pours over your shoulders. Balancing the emotions of the three, you feel Free as the Sylvan wind, Passionate as Phoenician flame, and Wild as the Leviathan Ocean. Upon your back, water billows forth and then ignites into a steady stream, vague wings forming from the burning spray as you squat down.