[ The image ripples and solidifies before showing... Maribelle herself, her wrists bound by ropes. She struggles to free herself, as a menacing woman enjoys her suffering. She gloats how capturing Maribelle will bring down the entire Ylisse empire, and Maribelle herself nearly succumbs to despair at these words.
"No... no...!"
And just when all hope seems lost... there's a gigantic gust of wind! Not a natural storm, but there stands a young mage, tome in hand! He's here to the rescue! ]
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"No... no...!"
And just when all hope seems lost... there's a gigantic gust of wind! Not a natural storm, but there stands a young mage, tome in hand! He's here to the rescue! ]
... My goodness.