Slowly, the trailer begins to play. At first, nothing—just darkness and the sound of rain. Then, a caption gradually appears:
...32 years ago…
"You, you, you…and you." A voice suddenly cuts through the interior of a tent, sharp and commanding. In the distance, the sounds of men screaming, animals shrieking, and metal clashing echo. "You're all with me."
A swift pan reveals the viewer's perspective as they see their own hand enter the frame, fingers flexing as if confused by their own control. Then it's yanked aside, focusing on another figure.
"Snap out of it, Bart. I need you with me for this," the armored man barks, turning his attention to the others he's gathered. "You all know why we're here. What we must do. Lord Elias has called, and we must answer."
"Any second thoughts are long past us, so don't bother voicing them," he says, his intense gaze sending shivers down spines. "The son will take the throne and save us from his father's tyranny. Otherwise, the whole empire is at risk."
"We do what we must," he intones solemnly.
The others reply in kind; Bart, the player character, joins shortly after.
Scenes flash by in rapid succession: peaceful villages set ablaze, women dragged from their homes, and citizens sent to the chopping block, the tyrant's grin showing no mercy.
…We sought to end the sins of a father…
A chaotic battle ensues. Soldiers, including Bart, storm a massive castle. Flashes of swords, showers of sparks, and the ever-present screams of dying men paint the scene. The soldiers push deeper, moving toward the throne room with supernatural feats of speed and skill, soldiers crashing into enemy lines with incredible force, invoking invisible forces to strike down foes.
…But we were too late. For the tyrant had one last, poisoned gift to give…
"...and so the tyrant falls," the emperor mutters, blood trickling from his lips as his grin morphs into cruel satisfaction, his gaze shifting from a horrified child to those entering the throne room.
"Even now, with all your plans," he sneers, "you still fail, Elias."
"Lascar..." Elias Barbatos gasps, horrified, as silence fills the throne room, punctuated by the quiet sobs of the emperor's son. "What have you done?"
"Only what I must," Lascar replies, blood spilling over his shirt as he shoves his son away. "And so ends the rule of the Giovanni."
With ragged, shallow breaths, Lascar Giovanni speaks his final words:
"May it be everything you ever thought it would be."
The trailer fades, ending on a somber note, the cries from the throne room gradually disappearing until only the gentle drizzle of rain remains.
Shards of Fantasy