It's the last night now. By the time the sun rises tomorrow, we will be gone from here, and our legacy will be behind us. It should pain me more to abandon our temples, to see the sacrifices we've made amount to nothing, but I've already grieved as much as I can. I've spent my tears on my Endiro; there are none left for Castora. Sidony says that the beasts will protect Castora and guard its secrets for our inevitable return. But the pallid faces of my fellows reveal that we already know the truth: we will never return to this place. We march not to victory, but to extinction. The bindings on the beasts are indeed strong—as strong as we could make them—and they will not fray with time. Instead, they will guard this place, waiting for a return that will not come, until that distant day when the last light of Tyria is finally extinguished.