Raziel:
go on with it.
Kain readys the Reaver for a final blow. As he swings to take off is dark son's head, the blade shatters over Raziel.
Kain:
The blade is vanquished. So it unfolds... and we are a step closer to our destinies.
When Raziel drops back into spectral, he discovers that the Soul Reaver - now a wraith blade - is hovering there
Raziel:
I swore I saw a glint of satisfaction in Kain's eye when the Soul Reaver was destroyed. I did not understand the game that Kain was playing. But I knew the finishing move.
Raziel reaches out and grasps the sword. The blade flares to life, its energy melding with Raziel's.
Elder God:
From this moment and ever afterward, you and this blade are inextricably bound. Soul Reaver and reaver of souls, your destinies are intertwined.
By destroying the sword, you have liberated it from its corporeal prison, and restored it to its true form - a wraith blade, its energy unbound. No longer a physical blade, it can only manifest itself in the material realm when your strength is fully restored. Once manifest, it will sustain you.
After Raziel grasps the sword, a spirit appears, drifting toward him from behind the Pillars.
Ariel:
What are you, little soul? Another of Kain's creatures, come to taunt this bound spectre?
Raziel:
I did not intend to disturb your rest.
Ariel:
Rest...? A body is needed for sleep... Flesh and bones are required to recline. No, child, all I may do is watch, and remember, ceaselessly conscious as this wretched world?s history unfurls. Ghastly past, insufferable future, are they one and the same...? Am I always here?
Raziel:
How have you come to haunt these Pillars?
Ariel:
Kain refused the sacrifice. The Pillar of Balance, corrupted to its core, stands as a monument to his blind ambition.
Now these pillars serve only to bind me here -- my prison and eternal home, thanks to the avarice of your master, Kain...
Raziel:
That b*****d can claim no allegiance from me.
Ariel:
Then we share a common foe, Raziel. Return here when you have need. Ariel remembers what others have forgotten...
Elder God:
Seek out Zephon's lair, Raziel... beyond the ruins that greet your exit from the Underworld. Armed with the Soul Reaver, you may gain entry where your path was previously blocked.
The Silenced Cathedral
Raziel:
Once a testament to mankind's defiance of Kain's empire, this towering cathedral now stood derelict, the humans who worshipped here, centuries dead. Its architects conceived this tower as a holy weapon against the vampire menace, a colossal instrument of brass and stone. The cathedral?s pipes, once tuned to blast a deadly hymn, now stood silent, and these vacant spaces whistled their impotence.
After making his way though the Cathedral and making short work of the spider like children of Zephon, Raziel finds his little brother, Zephon?s lair and confronts the towering spider.
Zephon:
The prodigal son...
There is no returning for you, Raziel.
Raziel:
Zephon, your visage becomes you. It?s an appropriate reflection of your soul...
Zephon:
...and you are not His handsome Raziel anymore. His precious first-born son, turned betrayer.
You have missed so many changes, little Raziel. Look around you. See how the humans? weapon of destruction has become my home... Indeed, my body. A cocoon of brick and granite from which to watch a pupating world...
Raziel:
A crevice in which to cower, only scuttling from the shadows to devour a victim already ensnared in your cowardly trap. But you?ve made the mistake of leaving me unbound, and it is you who must succumb to my will.
Zephon:
Will... instinct... reflex action... the insect mind finds little difference.
I warn you, brother - as my stature has grown, so it is matched by my appetite.
Step forward, morsel...
