That late part of the game is definitely written by AI, yeah? It's like they asked ChatGPT to write the cringiest soap opera it could and then put the first result in the game. I'm barely enduring it, tbh.
Bathed in the dull light of the setting sun, Clive and Jill, mounted on their chocobos, entered the ravaged village. Buildings smoldered, the air heavy with the scent of despair. Clive, imbued with the power of
Ifrit, cut a striking figure. Jill, although characteristically bland, exuded a quiet strength. Their grim expressions mirrored the state of the village around them.
"Innocent lives, taken before their time," Clive's voice boomed through the desolate village, filled with determination and the weight of their quest. "We are here for justice, for retribution."
Jill's face remained as stolid as always, her response expected, "For justice and vengeance. We will make this right."
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the ruins. An elderly woman, Mara. She paused, her expression mirroring the despair of the land around her. Yet, as soon as her eyes landed on Clive and Jill, her demeanor switched instantaneously.
"Ah! Adventurers!" she exclaimed, sounding oddly upbeat. "I've been waiting. There are groceries to be delivered, you know. You can start by helping me."
Without further explanation, Mara pointed them to a small storehouse, still somewhat intact. Clive and Jill spent the next moments in silence, loading their chocobos with unidentifiable parcels.
"Why are we doing this again?" Jill asked monotonously, extending a bundle towards Clive. He took it from her, his hand moving in an animation-like gesture, repeating it over and over again, a strange sight in the somber atmosphere.
"We do this for justice," he replied mechanically, echoing their shared motto.
"And vengeance," she added, almost as an afterthought.
Mara led them from house to house, her actions as perfunctory as those of a game character. At each stop, Clive repeated the delivery animation, his hand extending towards the villagers, the bundles somehow disappearing into the rubble and ruin.
As the sun began to set, casting long shadows over the silent village, Clive climbed back onto his chocobo, his expression unchanging. Jill followed suit, her voice a droning echo of their commitment.
"For justice," she intoned.
"And vengeance," he finished, before they set off once again, ready for the next errand, the next vow, the next village.