Fan Xin: My life was consumed by this catastrophe, leaving only dust behind.
Chu Xiaoli: If you are willing, then I will share life and death with you. We made our vows together, and we will grow old hand in hand.
Zhu Ziyue: I never imagined this day would come. But, Fan Xin, do you know? I can never go back. I can only spur my horse onward, racing across this vast world. I cannot stop for even a moment. I am a king, a king beneath the moon.
Nalan Yue'er: This catastrophe destroyed everything I had, yet my country raised me atop the highest golden mound in Tubo. As for my soul, it will drift wherever laughter can be heard.
Cang Ye: When the sun rises from the earth and green leaves blanket the land, that will be the day I return to life.
Xia Ying: Soul and flesh, realm and beauty. The victor becomes king, the defeated are outlaws: an unchanging rule since ancient times.
Tang Zhi: I alone will shoulder my realm. I will set every war in motion, and all the people will submit beneath my imperial reign. The steed beneath me will ride across the entire plateau.
Shangguan Xun: I will walk this snowy road in your place, Xia Ying.
When the rotting wood was stacked atop the highest Thunder Pagoda, the flames of war consumed the entire sky. From the summit, one could gaze upon the borderlands at sunset. The old days were destroyed by the flames of war.
