Fainaru fantajî XII2006

Bergan:
[as he notices Ashe] Ah, our vagrant princess. Swift has your lust for revenge led you to the Sword of Kings. [Steps to the side and reveals Anastasis's dead body] You will surrender it to me. Too late and to their sorrow do those who misplace their trust in gods learn their fate. [as Bergan approaches, Venat appears behind him]

Vaan:
There it is again!

Balthier:
[as Bergan begins to radiate Mist] Fran, I don't like the look of that.

Fran:
This Mist-he holds a Stone! It controls him as it did Mjrn!

Bergan:
[Chuckles] No. No, the power of Manufacted Nethicite is the power of Man! A weapon forged by his wisdom... who would challenge the gods themselves! [holds up his sword] A fitting blade for a true Dynast-King! Raithwall did but pretend the title... a cur begging Nethicite scraps from his Master's table! Hark! Ivalice hails her true Dynast-King, Vayne Solidor! He shall defy the will of the Gods and see the reins of history back in the hands of Man! His time is Nigh! The new Ivalice holds no place for the name Dalmasca. [Draws his other sword] The stain of Raithwall's Blood shall be washed clean from history's weave!