Update - 2.1.0.147

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   "DiscIP.214062.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214062.3": "All That Was Beautiful",
   "DiscIP.214062.4": "Memories of better days flash through your mind.\nNights at the camp, laughing around the campfire while the breeze carried the scent of woodsmoke and wild grass. Tearing down the roads in Loxy with Noya, kicking up clouds of dust. Scouring the alleyways with Amber for some runaway cat. Scrambling alongside Iris to snatch up sale items, just to save a few Dorra for tomorrow.\n\nThe awe of first meeting the girl who calls herself a blade, and the promise you finally kept when your paths crossed again. The unwavering bond that got you through the clashes with the Big Three. The polite smiles masking hidden daggers during the company's power struggles. The allies and rivals, the highs and lows, the fleeting peace and the crushing tension. It all blends into a distant but unforgettable history.\n\nMaybe those bygone days are what silently shape you now. The laughter and the scars, the moments of quiet and the fierce battles. They became part of you long before you even noticed.\n\nYou can lay low and try to slip out of this mess with minimal casualties. \nYou can grab fate by the throat and tackle the problem head-on. \nOr you can risk everything in one final stand, fighting for a permanent way out.\n\nYet, no matter what you choose, it feels like fate has already rigged the game from on high, tying every path to the exact same end.\nThat's when it finally hits you.\nAll the warmth that made you hesitate, the memories you clung to—they belong to yesterday. They aren't gone, but they have no place here in the present. They can't light the way forward. What awaits you now is heavier, colder, and far more unforgiving than anything you've faced before.\n\nBut the choice is still yours. Because the road ahead is pitch black, because the good times are over, and because there is no turning back, what you do right now matters more than ever.\nSo... What will you choose?",
-  "DiscIP.214066.1": "Main Melody",
-  "DiscIP.214066.2": "Victory Tune",
+  "DiscIP.214066.1": "Instrumental",
+  "DiscIP.214066.2": "Original Track",
   "DiscIP.214066.3": "My Guiding Star",
   "DiscIP.214066.4": "Dawn broke. The flawed puppets lay dead among the flowers in the bathhouse.\nThe missing woke up and found their way home. Families reunited. Life seemed to return to this city by the water.\nSome things survived. Others are gone forever.\n\nElis keeps her doors shut now. She seems obsessed with studying that \"box.\"\nUnlike me, she understands magic. So I wouldn't even know how I can contribute.\nLulu is pushing forward... She's learning to read and write, trying to put our story down on paper.\nUnlike me, the kid is a natural learner. I have nothing left to teach her.\n\nAs for me... I fell apart for a while.\nAfter my Night Watcher patrols, I often sit by that tombstone and talk about my day.\nSince when did I become someone who reflects and shares about my days like this?\nIs it because of you?\n\nI always felt safe around you.\nI told you secrets I'd buried deep, things I couldn't stomach telling anyone else... And you just listened.\nEven though you were so thin. So fragile.\nYet when the moment came, you chose to sacrifice yourself without a second thought.\n\"In my world, people help each other out in the Wilds. We share our stories, laugh together, and shoulder each other's burdens. Those people are called Trekkers.\"\nIs that what it means to be a companion?\n\nThe moon rises above the bare branches. Stars scatter across the night sky.\nI grip my sword and head to the empty lakeshore alone.\n\nI force myself to remember it all. Every moment of my life.\nThat desperate need to survive.\nThat burning drive to protect everyone.\nI swing the sword.\nFor the ones who are gone. For the ones still breathing.\nI have to get stronger if I want any hope of standing by your side again.\n\n\"There are enemies out there stronger than Olympia!\"\n\"Foes more cunning than Coppelius!\"\n\"There will be so many more obstacles in the world beyond Filanis!\"\n\nSwing. Train. Focus...\nPush until my body breaks down, rest, and pick the sword right back up.\nOver and over again...\nI will tear down my limits and rewrite my destiny.\n\nYou are still out there shining somewhere. My Guiding Star.\nEven if my memories fade, I will follow your light.\nWill I find you at the end of it all?",
   "DiscIP.214067.1": "Main Melody",
   "DiscIP.214067.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214067.3": "Eternal Brilliance",
-  "DiscIP.214067.4": "This was your descent into another long night. A story known only to you.\nYou reached out for the bonds you knew, only to find two very familiar strangers staring back in a foreign land.\nYou realized there was no going back. The rules you knew meant nothing here. No pacts. No rules. Just raw violence and crushing oppression. But even in the pitch black, some people still looked to the stars.\n\nCarrying a past of sand and blood, the young knight raised her great sword to defend the one who gave her a name.\nSpurning hollow glory and false sacrifices, the fake Saintess poured her wisdom into a Soul Stone of hope.\nThen there were the ordinary people. Folks with simple dreams and too many words left unsaid.\nYou watched them make their stand. Thanks to the struggle of countless souls, the puppets chasing perfection finally ground to a halt.\nYou waded through their wreckage and took your seat on the throne beneath the cross-shaped star, exactly like the drawing in that hidden room.\n\nLooking back, you thought of the countless Trekkers from your own time. How they fought for freedom and a better tomorrow, their lives woven together into tales of love and hope.\nYou wanted the people here to have that same chance. To stand on equal ground and reach for their own skies.\nYou only had one wish to make.\n\"From this day forward, the right to freedom shall be returned to all living souls.\""
+  "DiscIP.214067.4": "This was your descent into another long night. A story known only to you.\nYou reached out for the bonds you knew, only to find two very familiar strangers staring back in a foreign land.\nYou realized there was no going back. The rules you knew meant nothing here. No pacts. No rules. Just raw violence and crushing oppression. But even in the pitch black, some people still looked to the stars.\n\nCarrying a past of sand and blood, the young knight raised her great sword to defend the one who gave her a name.\nSpurning hollow glory and false sacrifices, the fake Saintess poured her wisdom into a Soul Stone of hope.\nThen there were the ordinary people. Folks with simple dreams and too many words left unsaid.\nYou watched them make their stand. Thanks to the struggle of countless souls, the puppets chasing perfection finally ground to a halt.\nYou waded through their wreckage and took your seat on the throne beneath the cross-shaped star, exactly like the drawing in that hidden room.\n\nLooking back, you thought of the countless Trekkers from your own time. How they fought for freedom and a better tomorrow, their lives woven together into tales of love and hope.\nYou wanted the people here to have that same chance. To stand on equal ground and reach for their own skies.\nYou only had one wish to make.\n\"From this day forward, the right to freedom shall be returned to all living souls.\"",
+  "DiscIP.214068.1": "Main Melody",
+  "DiscIP.214068.2": "Victory Tune",
+  "DiscIP.214068.3": "Beneath Billowing Sails",
+  "DiscIP.214068.4": "The wind carried the blast of horns from the harbor, stopping a young Trekker in her tracks on the streets of Sailstead.\n\"What's going on?!\" she gasped, mistaking the sound for an alarm.\n\"Oh, haven't you heard?\" a street vendor replied, unhurriedly sorting through his wares. \"It's a big day for the Trekker Association.\"\n\"See over there?\" He pointed toward the Association headquarters in the distance. Even from this far away, everyone could see a massive, brand-new sail billowing in the wind.\n\"The Polaris is setting sail for Snowcap Isle.\"\nLandlocked and dormant for so long, the great ship finally set sail.\n\nOut on the deck, Leafia stood in a daze. \"Are we really ... heading out to Snowcap Isle?\"\nA head popped out from behind her. \"Need me to grab you extra seasickness potions, Leafia?\" Her close friend from the Nova Geography Journal had made sure the entire crew was well-stocked for the trip.\n\"I should be fine. ■■'s special training cured my seasickness a long time ago.\"Leafia waved a hand to reassure her.\n\"You still look a little ... out of it, though. I figured you were worried about getting sick.\"\n\"Maybe I'm just scared.\"\nHer deadpan answer made her friend burst out laughing. \"You, scared? I still remember that grand speech you gave on your very first day at the Association. You swore you'd finish the map one day, even if you had to swim to Snowcap Isle yourself. What's wrong? Did you forget your dream now that you're actually on board?\"\nLeafia looked back over her shoulder. Her crewmates were busy hauling supplies, and her friend, still fretting, was running final checks on the ship. Up at the helm, the Association President stood tall like the North Star, banishing all fear and doubt to guide them forward.\n\"I haven't forgotten. I'm just afraid I'll wake up and find that none of this is real.\"\n\"Even if it's just a dream, so what?\"Her friend's face began to blur.\"We're going to get here eventually, aren't we?\"\nThat's right. Leafia nodded firmly at the fading crowd, or perhaps just to herself.",
+  "DiscIP.214069.1": "Main Melody",
+  "DiscIP.214069.2": "Victory Tune",
+  "DiscIP.214069.3": "Saved from Paperwork",
+  "DiscIP.214069.4": "\"Leafia, you still haven't turned in that mission report on the seamount, have you?\"\nLeafia tried to slip away, but Willow was right there in her way. Willow was in charge of the paperwork, and nothing escaped her sharp eyes. No one could ever worm their way out of writing a report.\n\"Mikan and Nuz said they still need to double-check some ... numbers. I mean, data. So it'll take another five, no, maybe six or seven days...\"\nLeafia stumbled over her words. She was terrible at covering for her slacking teammates, probably because other people used to be the ones covering for her.\n\nAs for why she was the one taking the heat this time...\n\"Because you're leading this expedition!\" Nuz had boomed, leaving Leafia no room to argue. \"We trust our leader to have our backs. Right, Mikan?\"\nMikan glanced up from her frantic writing at the mention of her name. \"Uh-huh.\"\n\"Wait, are you ... working on our report right now? Does that mean I don't have to stall for time?\" Leafia lunged at Mikan's desk like a drowning woman grabbing a lifebuoy, only to deflate when she saw the words \"Nova Geography Journal: New Feature Draft #1\" at the top of the page.\n\"I'm trying to beat the Journal deadline, obviously!\" Mikan spun her pen without an ounce of guilt, shooting Leafia a knowing look. \"I just started my first draft, and it's due in three days. You know how it goes!\"\nLoud and clear. In short, she wouldn't have time to touch the report for the next few days.\nWith a heavy heart, Leafia accepted her fate and made up her mind.\nHer teammates were counting on her, so she had to step up as their leader. Nodding to herself, she racked her brains until she had a few solid excuses ready to fend off any questions.\nYet reality was cruel. One gentle smile from Willow was all it took for the team captain's defenses to crumble.\n\nWillow knew their habits all too well and decided to put Leafia out of her misery. \"Alright, you can stop scrambling for excuses. I know Mikan is racing against a deadline and Nuz is holed up in her studio. They just sent you out here to take the fall.\"\n\"But you all seem to have forgotten something...\" Willow pulled a file from her desk. \"I was on the logistics crew for this expedition, too. I've already written most of the report for you, captain. You just need to double-check the data, so I'll leave the rest in your hands.\"\n\nLeafia lit up with sheer relief, bringing a quiet smile to Willow's face. Everyone said Leafia had grown into a proper leader, yet she was still the same innocent kid she'd always been."
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