Agnea smiled. "Then let our paths run side by side for a while. Even a shadow needs a little light."
"You're a strange one," Osvald muttered, accepting a scrap of cloth to bind his wound. "You dance, I burn bridges. We walk different paths." OCTOPATH TRAVELER II
"Ladies and gentlemen," Agnea said, her voice carrying like a bell. "This story is for you. It is called… The Eightfold Path of Light. " Agnea smiled
On the eastern coast of the continent of Solistia, the sea roared against the cliffs of the Harborlands. In the bustling port of New Delsta, a young woman with silver hair and a worn lute case slung over her shoulder stepped off a merchant vessel. Her name was , and her heart was full of dreams. She had left her small village of Cropdale to become a star of the stage, to bring joy to a world she believed was filled with music. "You dance, I burn bridges
That man was , a former scholar of the Magic University. He had been imprisoned for a murder he did not commit—the killing of his wife and daughter. After escaping the frigid hellhole of Frigit Isle, he was now a fugitive, hunting a man with a scarred face named Harvey, his former rival. Osvald’s tale was not one of joy, but of ice and fire: a cold quest for vengeance.