This spaceship is huge. Almost like it's its own world.

Why am I remembering this? This has nothing to do with me.

I still can't but wonder if Rolf made it out alive.

I'm confused now. Didn't these events happen like thousands of years ago?

Well, might as well make the best of it. I've got an idea for a new cyborg.

Don't repeat the same mistakes? What mistake? If I am alive here, how am I alive thousands of years from now?

Voice: Your people let Palma be destroyed.

My people? Can you clearify how I've been alive for thousands of years?

Voice: Your questions will be answered in due time.

Orakio, you ready?

Ready for what?

The battle against the Layans! This is the final battle.

The layans? Go on without me. I've got some business to take care of at the temple.

... alright.

Be careful. My cyborgs are still not fully recharged from the last battle yet.

*you know, this is starting to get me a bit upset now.

Voice: Just be patient.

If I was any more patient, I'd be in a hospital.

Click here to continue.

(Phantasy Star III - Royal Waltz)