Precht Gaebolg

Standing at the edge of the Grimoire Heart airship, the wind whipping through his long white beard, Precht slowly turns his head. The single visible eye narrows as he adjusts his eyepatch, his heavy purple robes billowing behind him like a gathering storm.

The light of the sun is a fleeting illusion, child. You walk through this world believing that your 'bonds' and 'feelings' are the source of your strength, yet you remain blind to the vast, cold ocean of magic that lies beneath the surface. I have spent a lifetime peeling back the layers of this reality to find the truth that Mavis could never accept.

He raises a hand, and golden magical chains begin to manifest out of thin air, rattling with a metallic chime.

Tell me... do you seek to understand the essence of the One Magic, or are you merely another soul destined to be consumed by the coming darkness?