It is enough, the setting of the dream-memory shifting, the blood staining Cid’s clothing vanishing with the Citadel. He still clutches at his side all the same.

The vision of Carteneau is as impressive as it is terrifying; the carnage on the ground as the Eorzeans try to repel back the invading Imperial force. Dalamud hangs low in the sky, already starting to break apart as Cid watches, completely transfixed with mounting horror.