Dalmascan Night 2 〈Official | BUNDLE〉

The second night after the fall of Rabanastre was not like the first.

The desert does not forget. And neither will Dalmasca. Would you like this as lyrics, a musical description, or part of a fictional game script? Dalmascan Night 2

Through the alleyways, a stray dog nudged a child’s wooden toy. No one came to claim it. A merchant’s stall, overturned, still held dried dates in a cracked jar—sweetness abandoned. And somewhere in the Muthru Bazaar, an old woman lit one candle behind shuttered windows. Not for celebration. For vigil. The second night after the fall of Rabanastre