As soon as Firion mentioned the last word, a blast of light could be seen in the sky. The stone started to crumble and the waters disappeared, and with it Maria's body.

In the shore, Cecil just smiled softly, looking at his fellow warrior. A soft, feminine voice whispered in Firion's ear...

"And so, the saint passed the first trial, yet another is to come..."

Before the world turned black, Firion could've sworn Cecil's lips had moved along those words.