For Records, they will not autoplay but still loop like the main story to prevent spoilers.
The video at the top is in English for narration and the video at the bottom is in Japanese. Both use different channel uploaders just in case something happens to the other channel.
If you would like to instead read a summary of the event, you can below.
A woman and a dragon, both covered in wounds, trudge across a beach.
The woman's name is Zero. She is a powerful swordswoman with a flower where her right eye should be. The dragon's name is Mikhail. He is a young, white dragon with the power of speech.
Both of them stand on the doorstep of death. Blood flows freely from their wounds. It leaves a snaking trail of red along the coast. The army that has been following this trail now closes in on them.
""Kill the traitors!"" they cry.
This is the end. They can run no further. The woman grips her sword, steeling her resolve. The dragon lets fly with a howl in response. It cannot end here. They must live.
The soldiers rush at them like waves from the sea. The swordswoman fights back, blood spraying from her wounds. In the midst of it all, something appears in the corner of her reddened vision. She sees the dragon collapse. Countless blades stick out from his white flesh. As the dragon lies in the sand, he ekes out a meager cry. The woman's hair rises in anger, and she immediately cleaves the soldier before her in twain. Sand flies as she rushes to the dragon's side.
"I won't let you die."
The woman stands in front of the dragon to shield him.
FOOMP!
The next thing she knows, an arrow is embedded deep into her chest. As she reaches up to pull it out, another follows. She lifts her head and stares at her enemy. But a third arrow finds its mark in her eye, as though they had been aiming for that very spot. Her sword slowly falls from her bloody fingers.
The woman's beating heart slows...slows...and then stops. The soldiers raise a mighty cheer. The traitor has been struck down. With only the dragon left, the soldiers move in to finish it off. But then, the woman's corpse begins to scream. As if responding to the scream, the flower in her eye glows red. And in the next instant, it swells up to an incredible size. Suddenly, another human spills from the flower, covered in blood. It is the swordswoman reborn. She is a demon with the strength of the flower on her side.
"This cannot be the end. This cannot...end."
The revived woman attacks the soldiers with empty hands. She strikes down one after another with sheer brute force. But she is still greatly outnumbered. Swords penetrate her body, one after the next. She screams again. And again. And again. Yet each time, she is reborn from the flower. Her limbs are severed. Her skull is shattered. Her heart is pierced. Yet she comes back each time and falls upon her foe with renewed fury. It is a never-ending nightmare.
Finally, the woman collapses in the sand. Her sharp, ragged breaths slowly take on a sense of normalcy. The battle is over. The only sound is that of the waves enveloping the crimson beach. Soon, the dragon's eyes flutter open. He looks over the mountains of dead soldiers, then back to the woman.
"Thanks for saving me, Zero."
His voice is that of an innocent child—a terrible mismatch for its massive size.
"I only did what anyone should," the woman replies.
The woman knows one absolute in her life: She must protect him.
A flower blooms in her right eye. It is a cursed, loathsome power that would destroy the world. And only a dragon can extinguish it.
Once you grow up and become stronger... I will have to tell you of my final wish.But until then...I will protect you. No matter how many of my lives it may cost.
This record event was directly linked to the Drakengard 3 crossover event.
As it included a character and weapons from prior entries, those are featured below!
This event also included the
"Intoner"
costume series (consisting of Akeha and Fio).
- Progenitor Sister -
- Weapon Type: 1H Sword -
A beautiful, silver-haired woman with a flower growing from her eye. Her elegant appearance hides superhuman power and otherworldly swordsmanship. She is an Intoner — a being that can use the power of song — and is known as "the betrayer" for her desire to kill her five sister Intoners. The woman is violent, lazy, unyielding, and has a horribly short temper — and is said to have sexual relationships with many men.
Main outfit.
Hey, One? Why do I have to wear this dress? I don't need it to get guys — I'm good in that department. ...Huh? The government?
Who cares!? Feed 'em to the dragons.
Me, gussied up. The laughing of my sisters. Days of health.
I prayed this divergence might last forever.
See on the right a list of notable weapons associated with this crossover event!
Some additional weapons related to past entries but not necessarily this event are also included.
I had nothing. Ever since my mother sold me off, I was the woman every eye turned from. But I got used to it—I humored men and took their pittances, and that soon became my life.
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Eventually I met a girl. She called me Rose because of my eyes, and I called her Indigo because of hers. The moment I saw her, I felt like something new was born within me.
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Indigo suggested we steal some money and run away, and I agreed. I felt like we could take on the world together, so when the hour grew late, we took everything we could hold and fled the city.
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But then a man appeared and took the money. "Don't hate me for this, Rose," said Indigo as she left with her partner in crime. My heart was broken, and all I could taste was cold — and sweet.
I'm a proud dragon, not some servant for a puny human child like you to order around! Do you hear me, you ugly wench?
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Oh my gosh, could you BE more boring? ...Hmm? Oh, come on — it was a joooke! No need to get huffy. Good lord, how can a wimpy thing like you possibly hope to govern this city?
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Look, we're both women, so you can lean on me if you want. ...Huh? Why didn't I say that when we first met? C'mon, just leave a dragon to her whims, will you!?
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C-can't believe...I would've ever sacrificed myself for someone else. If you weren't such a kind, stupid blockhead...m-maybe this would have ended up differently...
Lady Two is truly kind. She rules the Land of Sands with love for her people, and the children love her back — although I am undoubtedly the one who loves her the most.
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Lady Two is truly powerful — why, she can defeat monsters with her bare hands! I would be no match for her...
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Lady Two is truly faithful—she works so hard in the name of her sister's ideals and her people! And she is so straightforward that I... I almost went mad with worry.
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Lady Two is truly... She is kind. Too kind. That is why I should not have made her kill the children. That's what I was there for. No matter what happens, Lady Two, I...
The woman in the tavern never smiled, so bemused men tried to persuade her. The first was a playboy who used easy words to tempt her into bed, but she still never smiled. Her eyes were empty.
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A betting pool soon formed over who could crack her facade. The second challenger was a soldier who managed to talk her into bed, but no matter how often their flesh touched, she never smiled.
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The third challenger was a man who had captured the hearts of hundreds of women. He used his shameless flattery to woo her into bed, but she never smiled, for none of his tricks could fill her heart.
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One day, a wandering traveler arrived, bedded the woman, and told her of singing sisters who rule the world. Her face erupted in a smile, and the next day she vanished, leaving a strangled corpse behind.
People saw the weapon as a useless stick; too heavy for any to wield, and too bulky to kill. None even knew why it was made in the first place.
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The weapon was melted down and turned into armor and short swords. Though light, the armor was impenetrable, and though thin, the swords were unbreakable.
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The swords made mountains of corpses; the soldiers in armor were invincible. Each time a life was taken, those doing the stealing soared with excitement.
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But the armor would not come off and the swords could not be dropped — and soon the armaments drew together like magnets, rolling the soldiers into a hunk of metal bigger than the original stick.
There was once a soldier assigned to a remote village. Despite leaving his home in search of fame and glory, he was tasked with guarding an unused facility and found himself without glory or companionship.
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Every morning the man would feed the bird that frequented his windowsill. He then stood watch over a road not traveled, and at dusk he would lock the facility and return home. Then, one day, he heard the bird call out to him.
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The man ridiculed himself for being so lonely that he had begun hallucinating. Sure the voice would go away before long he tried to simply ignore it, but the childlike voice kept calling out to him: "I'll be your friend."
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The voice grew clearer over time, which scared the man. He grabbed the bird on his windowsill and crushed it, but even with it gone he heard the voice yet again and decided to commit suicide. "Now we are...friends."
A man is betrayed by his merchant companion and abandoned in the desert. Thinking of his wife as he awaits death, suddenly, a glowing blue bird appears before him and says "Come with me."
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Figuring a mirage better than death, the man follows the blue light and soon comes to an oasis. As he thanks the bird, it said "Now I shall show you home."
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The bird leads the man to his home town, where his wife is waiting. And when it brings him a dagger and says "Take this," the man, now trustful of the bird, does so without question.
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His wife greets him with a drink, but it paralyzes him. She then plunges the dagger into his heart. "He was hiding a weapon, just as you said," she murmurs to the glowing red bird on her shoulder.
There once lived a small, shabby bird in a far-off forest. This bird was often ridiculed by its fellows for its dull and scruffy wings, but the bird paid no mind as these wings allowed it to soar through the great sky it loved so dearly.
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Unhappy seeing such filthy wings in their sky, the other birds made a proposal. "Let us see who can fly the highest. Win and our wings will be yours; lose and you must leave this forest." Wishing for beautiful wings, the bird accepted.
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The match begins and all the birds take to the sky. As they climb, the air thins and the currents grow unpredictable, and before long only the small bird and a sea eagle remain. The small bird reaches its limit, and is unable to go on.
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The small bird crashes toward the ground. Just before it meets land, it is lit up by the sun and engulfed in flames. The beauty with which it soared through the air as fire ravaged its body was said to rival that of the legendary phoenix.
This white lance has an interesting history. After leading its previous owners to tragic deaths, it came into the possession of a boy concerned for his sister. But soon he, too, met a bad end.
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After his death, the lance was lost. Humanity had ceased to exist, after all, and so for ages uncountable it lay forgotten and exposed to the elements.
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But though the cities humanity had built fell to ruin, wildlife continued to thrive. One day, a lost fawn found a dull, dirty lance in the middle of a grassy field.
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Taking it in its mouth, the fawn brought it to the foot of a great tree. And when the animal died and night vanished from the world, the lance continued to wait patiently for a new owner.
You are clad in white for the ritual of self-slaughter — for as your master is dead, so must you follow him. I stand beside you, silent, ready to remove your head and ease your suffering at the end.
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Your whole life was a neverending battle. You were a stranger to both love and wonder, and never realized what I felt for you.
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Even as your petals scatter, you are beauty. The crimson that blossoms from your stomach paints the wound the color of a dusky sky.
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Though you seek swift relief, I beg forgiveness. Just now, while you yet linger in this world, permit me to embrace you.
This dark lance has an interesting history. After leading its previous owners to tragic deaths, it came into the possession of a father concerned for his daughter. But soon he, too, met a bad end.
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After his death, the lance was lost. Humanity had ceased to exist, after all, and so for ages uncountable it lay forgotten and exposed to the elements.
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Machines slowly began to build a civilization atop the ruins of the human one. One day, a machine found a dirty lance in the corner of a factory and decided to make it his treasure.
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The machine locked the lance away in his room. But his memory had broken down during the war, and he was no longer able to open the lock on his own. CAN ANYONE GET ME OUT OF HERE?
I remember skin, pale and soft.
Not taut and cold like this.
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I remember a voice, clear and melodic.
Not low and gravelly like this.
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I remember hair, long and glossy.
Not short and wiry like this.
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I remember eyes, lonely and sad.
Not ones that crave me like this.
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I strike the object before me. Once... Twice... Three times. Perhaps as a final show of resistance, a faint smile crosses its lips and it says to me, "You're insane..."
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After I awoke, I verified that I possessed memories. But are these memories truly mine alone? I had to know for sure.
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Something about the memories I possess seems too convenient. Too ready-made. There are insufficient in proving that I am my own being. Am I truly who I think I am?
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My once-fleeting doubts grew to consume me. I want to be the only me that exists. I raise my fist in the air, then smash it down on the object that looks just like me.