Our men were murdered with swords, but the knights' wounds show they died by their own hands. At present, we have taken the bodies into our custody, and our specialists are continuing the examination. Excerpt from Graylands Incident Investigation Report,

Well enough.

Bind your legs with that rope.

Lost your nerve, Samantha? War is change. We must follow suit.

He would not lie to me!

These are the “spellsongs.” Leá Monde is surrounded by sorcery. You'll likely find them on every den and dovecote in the city.

...Sydney Losstarot. Leader of the religious cult Müllenkamp.

I... I'm the one you want.

...Help, Ashley!

Unlike you, he would not misuse the Dark.

Do not forget where you are standing, Rosencrantz.

The wand'ring spirits wail and hunger...

Unlike you, he would not misuse the Dark.

...So, the knights who came were not the king's men, but the cardinal's?

You are a leader, too. Do you not dream of what could be?

Come down and see for yourself...

What was the felon Sydney's true objective? ...And where on earth are those who escaped?

But Sydney, any longer, and there will be no escape for us!

What mean you?

Blast! Another o' them sigils!

I think not. The cardinal has prepared long for this. 20 years watching... waiting.

Ha... heh? What!?

Even should their flesh crumble to decay, their souls will wander eternally.

And Parliament?

How many dead?

You fools think the Dark will bend to you?

...F...Father.

What is this “phantom soul” needed for the rites? Answer me, Sydney. Or you will die.

The city of shade will forgive your sins, my son― And call forth a power... a power that lies within you even now!

They will sing songs of your death here!!

The cold ones will not walk under the sun, but soon night will fall...

The duke thinks he can cut off the cursed Müllenkamp bloodline, but that must not be allowed to happen. We will assume the legacy. Sydney is―

But Agent Riot...

Fear not, sweet Rosencrantz. I will not kill you.

Papa, a sip of water!

It is sad...

What?!

You will go to the Graylands immediately. A map of the manor grounds is in your carriage.

― And so began the story of the wanderer, the vagrant.

Think of it! If we've witnessed miracles such as these on Leá Monde's doorstep, what then lies within!?

Agent Riot!!

Sydney!!

Where is your soul, Riskbreaker?

The only shield I see is the one coverin' yer eyes.

But... Sydney hides something from you, Hardin.

There is no growth without birth. Without a foothold in the past, we cannot walk toward the future.

Undying...?

Surely the maesters know of this “Grimoire.” Mayhaps we've just been in the dark, eh?

Are Riskbreakers all this powerful?

T-truly, I do not know.