Initial Song
Here we gather, a grand assembly,
With every heart intent on drunkenness.
What of our tomorrow? What's our destiny?
This shall be the last smile to grace my eyes.
We fear not! We'll never compromise!
Our names won't be etched in history,
We'll fade from the world's memory.
My friends, ah,
Youthful friends,
Let's meet this day,
And travel to the underworld tomorrow.
We fear not the long and arduous road together.
With arms entwined and backs pressed, we can topple the Cloud Sea Mountain.
My friends, ah,
Youthful friends,
As prosperity scatters,
Life and death are in the hands of heaven.
What shall I leave you to commemorate this fleeting year of youth?
What can I offer as a memento of tomorrow's demise?
I'm sorry...
I'm so sorry...
I'll lead you into oblivion, into emptiness.
I'll merge with you into dust, something never seen before in this world.
My friends, ah,
Youthful friends,
Even the youngest among us,
Join me now.
Raise your glass to the end of days!
Raise your glass to our legacy!
Raise your glass to my family, whose yearning is destined to remain unanswered!
Raise your glass to the morrow that shall come, a brighter one!
During the vibrant monster cocktail party, Ludwig stealthily led Elizabeth to a secluded corner. Elizabeth, flushed and tipsy, happily chatted with a tree elf, singing a whimsical tune on the table.
"Liza," Ludwig breathed, drawing her attention. "I love you," he confessed, his heartfelt words etched with emotion.
Elizabeth nestled her head against his neck, her soft arms encircling his waist, caressing his spine.
"Sweetheart," her breath carried the fragrance of roses, "don't be afraid."
"It won't hurt much."
"It won't last long either."
Elizabeth's laughter was light and carefree as she looked up at him:
"And it's not something to fret over. Nothing can keep us apart."
With her most endearing voice and disarming tone, Elizabeth soothed Ludwig's panic, and for this, he returned her a tender kiss.
Then, everything happened.