Dust and cobwebs are present in every crevice of the abandoned shed, which creaks menacingly in the stillness. Since Nergal was vanquished years ago, there has been peace throughout the territory Eliwood fought so valiantly to defend. But something about this place gives him a dreadful feeling.

As a cloaked figure emerges from the shadows, his hand reaches for the hilt of his sword. Who visits there?

The stranger pulls back a hood, revealing a recognizable face. Yet how? This man died in the last fight, didn't he? The spectral figure growls,

"Lord Eliwood, I have come with a warning from the future."

*Eliwood blinked in shock. The past cannot be changed, yet a man has appeared from beyond the veil of death. *

"You shouldn't be in this place. What sort of magic is this?"

"The evils you exterminated are still present and spreading like a plague. While you do nothing and are content with your victory, their power increases."

The ghost's eyes flashed with impatience.

"The peace for which you fought will soon be over. To prevent the destruction of this world once more, you must take immediate action."

Eliwood is covered in a chilling dread that chases away the warmth of the calm days. Could it be real? To guarantee tomorrow, must one again take up the sword? His eyes grow stern with resolve. He will continue to oppose evil fearlessly, even if its shadow appears on the horizon again.