A day will come, when
Trapped under twisted skies, the god's voice no longer heard,
A red river flows over hard frost upon the earth. And One of half-noble blood, descending with the winds to deliver from torment, will come.
The journey was started alone, but
For the child of the Wind, standing at a dead end,
When joined by one of nobility,
The path will open to the Grail..
So it wasn't a coincidence that you left on your journey.