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This page contains the script directory for Dissidia Final Fantasy Opera Omnia. Due to its extensive length, scripts are sectioned off into their own pages using the categories from the in-game Memoria Theatre.

Notes
  • This script focuses on official text presented in the Global version. Following the game's end of service, videos of all story chapters were uploaded to YouTube, including translations for Japan-exclusive chapters. The following chapters were only released in the Japanese version:
    • Story Act 4: Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Finale
    • Lost Chapters: The Flaming Amarant, The Icy Swordsman
    • Intersecting Wills: Look to the Sea, Memories
  • As of March 1, 2024, all cutscenes have been posted to the official YouTube account (https://www.youtube.com/@DFFOperaOmnia).
  • The Main Scenario Interlude chapters, which take place between Acts 2 and 3, were released as in-game notices.
  • Although the Act 3 Climax was listed separately on the world map and from the Act 3 Finale in the Memoria Theatre, it chronologically takes place between Act 3 Finale, Parts 1 and 2.
  • Scene descriptions are not used, only a double line break if specific action occurs between lines. Dialogue during battles will have the wave number and names of enemies noted for when they appear.
  • Line dividers are used for scene transitions.
  • Typos that appeared in-game have already been corrected.
  • Lost Chapters featured additional cutscenes not included during their run as events. These cutscenes are marked with an asterisk (*). New Lost Chapters starting with Rubicante, Autarch of Flame were released in full without event runs.
  • The script uses official speaker names, such as "???" for characters until their names are introduced in-universe and the nicknames of Noctis and Gladiolus where noted. Noctis and Gladiolus' full names are used starting in Act 4 and subsequent chapters.
  • Manikins and Dark Manikins are noted by name to distinguish who is speaking.
  • In the case of characters who use the same first name, a series name in parentheses is used to identify the difference.

Opening[]

Darkness converges upon us, and the world crumbles before our very eyes...
What was once a sanctuary for the weary has now become a battlefield.
Long ago, two deities—
Genesis of Destruction Spiritus and Imperious Tutelar Materia—took up the mantle of the old gods.
They warped the fabric of time and space to create a new world—a world they populated with warriors from other realms.
In the name of the gods these men and women were forced to fight day and night without reprieve.
The strain of such hard-fought battle, however, soon grew to be too great.
Their battered bodies failing them, their shattered spirits sent out a cry for help.
Their peals were answered. The crystal, heeding their call, demanded the gods give them respite.
And thus this world, where these warriors could finally rest, was brought into existence.
Only...
Not long after its creation, the Torsions began to appear.
It was from their gaping maws that an army of terrible fiends surged forth, plunging our lands into chaos.
If nothing is done, soon the neighboring realms, too, will begin to feel the effects of the impending darkness.
Summoned by this great threat, Mog, the guardian spirit has awoken.
He has taken a vow to help gather heroes capable of delivering us from destruction.
There is, however, little time. Torsions are appearing at a faster rate and threaten to unravel the very fabric of the universe itself.
If left unchecked, soon there may be nothing left to save. ...So we turn to you.
Your will to protect the world will give our heroes strength when they need it most.
Your words will give their swords direction.
And your heart will give us the guidance we need to uncover the truth.
Now go forth, friend, and trust in yourself as the light trusts in you.

Story Act 1[]

Story Act 2[]

Main Scenario Interlude[]

Chapter 1:
Warriors of Light, Part 1: Memories of Then and Now
The realm was now split into heaven and earth, a vast nothingness replacing what was once clear, blue sky. Even the air itself was stagnant, save for the occasional, haphazard breeze.
Though he had lost all sense of time and space, the man called the Warrior of Light affirmed his existence by clashing swords with his eternal foe.
"Do you remember? We battled in another world, just like this," Garland said. They were words meant to both provoke and inspire. Or perhaps just to remind.
"That fight has ended, just as this one will."
Of course the Warrior of Light remembered. He remembered standing as a hero in an embattled world created by the gods of harmony and discord. He remembered triumphing over Garland and Chaos, then being thrust once again into a realm of battle—this time by the gods of matter and spirit.
"Do you wield your sword for the gods?"
The Warrior of Light shook his head as he blocked Garland's heavy blow. Certainly, he and Materia shared a common goal. However, that was only because their desire—to give respite and end strife—aligned. This purpose united them, despite their differences.
"No. For myself."
He had met many warriors in that battle. Sometimes they faced each other as enemies, and walked astride as allies at others. Even now, he held those precious memories close to his heart. Certain warriors were consumed with evil purpose, but although some were too far gone to know the warmth of light, not all were dead to its touch. Such were the diverse foes he faced.
In this land of respite, none seemed to recall their previous skirmishes. Even so, the Warrior of Light was fulfilled. He had never known so many comrades or witnessed such depth of emotion as he did during that time. In his eyes, each memory was beautiful and full of light.
He came to understand the sadness his comrades concealed. As each regained their memories, he learned of the grudges they bore and the kindness in their hearts. And as he watched them struggle to reach the light and move forward, he found himself wanting to be their strength—from the bottom of his heart. He believed that it was his job to guide them, and he grew closer to their light.
It was the very reason he decided to save this world from destruction.
After consuming everything, the crystal core of darkness began unleashing energy, and the Warrior of Light had felt the principles that governed the world distorting. He realized that everyone would forget each other and the world would be made anew, but he could not abide by that change.
His powerful wish became his will, a will that safeguarded his comrades and sent them to a new world. At the same time, it isolated him and Garland—a beseecher of war—in what was once a realm of respite. Garland was unbound by the whims of others—he was the incarnation of conflict in this world. The Warrior would share in this burden and affirm Garland's existence, so that no one else would be swept up in their struggle.
Even now, he wishes for the end of strife and an age of peace just as Garland wishes for never-ending war. However, his wish remains unfulfilled, and the battle drags on.
But he can accept his fate as long as the new world is nothing like this one. He trusts that his companions will create a peaceful realm.
He continues to fight because he believes. He believes that as long as there is light, their wills are one.
Chapter 2:
Warriors of Light, Part 2: A Similar Existence
As he looked upon the dismal and empty sky of the broken realm, the Warrior of Light thought about the world his friends were in. He wondered how their new leader was faring.
The boy dubbed "Onion Knight" was the same as the Warrior of Light, though he didn't yet realize it: both were guided by the crystal, fought as warriors of light, and were possessed of their own powerful will. At the source of the Onion Knight's power was an inner will, hidden deep within himself.
This inner will is created by the self, and empowers one to overcome any difficulty. It is something altogether different from the wills that drove the other warriors. Through its sheer strength, the memories of countless battles become focused on a singular purpose. The Warrior of Light had once thought only he possessed such a will, but he was mistaken. The boy's hidden strength shined through in his composure during their journeys and his ferocity during their battles.
The boy had the strength to lead in the Warrior of Light's stead. He could guide the others on a journey through the new world while the Warrior of Light was sealed in the old. Knowing that the boy was trustworthy and believing in his potential, the Warrior of Light harbored no doubts when sending him and his companions to the new world.
"...Even were I to vanish from their memories."
When the crystal core of darkness glowed, the principles that governed the world shifted, reshaping its very foundation. The Warrior of Light supposed the change was governed not by gods, but by the crystal's wish—a presence only hinted at by Spiritus and Materia.
Those left behind in the old world would not be remembered by those who went ahead. But the Warrior of Light used his will to spare his comrades from forgetting each other.
But surely the boy would remember him. The will that resided within him held memories of their entire journey.
Tales of this world and the next would remain with him.
It might prove to be a painful journey for the boy. The memory of a comrade left behind in the old world may confuse him, or sow seeds of sadness within his heart.
The Warrior of Light believed he could conquer it, which is why he entrusted him to lead. If ever the boy became lost, his inner will would be there to guide him.
Chapter 3:
Warriors of Light, Part 3: The Incarnation of Chaos
There was once a world where the gods of harmony and discord did battle. This world seemed to be different, save for one man—a force of mayhem that would see the past replayed. A man by the name of Garland.
Two blades clashed hundreds of times. Garland was not much different from the Warrior of Light, both having seen countless battles.
Garland remembers it clearly. He fought beside the gods of harmony and discord, and continued to do nothing but fight in the world that followed. It was no different in the present. The Warrior of Light threw himself into Garland's war in an attempt to satisfy the butcher's appetite, and perhaps bring an end to the ceaseless fighting.
But Garland said that as long as he stood, war would never cease. The opposite was also true.
"I would not be here were it not for war! And the discord that shapes this realm is born every time our swords meet!"
"What!? This world is shaped by discord...!?"
"Yes, now you understand! It has been abandoned by the gods. Discord is all that maintains the space in which we fight. Chaos rules this world!"
"No! I won't let this world fall to darkness!"
The Warrior of Light faces Garland, whose words echo the chaos of a war long since ended. He declares that light will illuminate a path for harmony. Garland laughs at the words.
"Harmony and discord are two sides of the same coin. But if you will be the new god of harmony, then I will be the new god of discord!"
Just like the Cloud of Darkness and that young boy, they would become inextricably linked... Garland brandished his greatsword as he spoke.
"I am no god!" the Warrior of Light shouted, driving back the blade. "Although I have few memories of anything else but battle, I am still human—in body and spirit. That is how I have come this far. And as long as I'm still human, I will continue to fight!"
"What proof have you of this 'humanity'?" Garland asked.
"I will show you. And I hope that someday this world can become a place for the others to return to!"
He threw himself into the endless fight. He would prove his humanity and protect this place from the clutches of chaos. When the others returned, this world would be different. It would be a place to call home.
Chapter 4:
The Goddess of Matter: A Dejected Deity
In the beginning, there was the crystal's wish. Seeing the world in which Materia and Spiritus forced the warriors to fight, the crystal wished for their reprieve.
Heeding the crystal's wish, the gods created the land of respite. However, it was not as peaceful as they had hoped. Planesgorgers and Torsions ate away at the world. To fight the threats, they called upon their warriors who then spent their time turning the world into the realm of respite it was meant to be.
"But I could not protect the world," Materia sighed. The crystal core of light—one of the pillars supporting the realm—shattered. The remaining crystal core, that of darkness, was swallowed by Shinryu. All that maintained the world was lost.
At that moment, the crystal's wish abandoned the gods.
Using the will of the warriors of light as a foundation, it created a new world without relying on the gods. Its wish this time was for the warriors to obtain true respite.
However, would respite come to warriors who still had incomplete memories? At one time, Materia had thought they would be happier without their painful memories and stole them away. But what would the ruler of this new world, the crystal's wish, do? Would it return their memories and force them to accept it?
"I think...the warriors would not stand for that."
No, they would surely want to recover their own memories. Just as their wills had laid the foundation for the new world, it could also shape the world to their liking. It was a power hidden within them that might even surpass that of the crystal's wish.
"How do humans achieve respite? How do they achieve happiness? I want to know."
Although the world was created in hopes of giving the warriors rest, it served to cultivate the goddess's interest in humans. Seeing their peaceful expressions, she was sure she felt happy. She found their ability to overcome their painful memories to be heartening. As that feeling grew, so did her interest in humans.
However, all she could do now was offer them the most basic kind of support—keeping their bodies safe with all her might. She also prayed for the help of the spirit moogle and the creatures of illusions. That was as far as her powers extended in the world.
Materia perhaps no longer served any purpose for the warriors who had crossed over into the new world. Even so, she wished to help them and searched for something she could do. This world was, to her, a special place after all—one where she had seen them smile.
Chapter 5:
The God of Spirit: A Regretful Deity
The warriors stepped foot into a realm blighted by battle. A realm devoid of the gods Spiritus and Materia. As their fight raged on, the warriors forgot the land of respite's purpose.
Spiritus's domain was that of the mind. He summoned strong-spirited warriors to the realm of respite, and he was loath to interfere with their actions. He brought those who sought ruin, war, and domination into his land. All so that the world could be maintained by the cycle of conflict, the energy of countless battles feeding into the world's very foundations.
And so, when those foundations changed, Spiritus's responsibilities had come to an end. The crystal core of darkness overflowed with energy, warping the principles that governed the land, and Spiritus found himself defending the warriors' very souls. It was a rash impulse, but his spur-of-the-moment decision ensured that they would find a home in the new world to come.
"Everything was caused by the warriors I summoned..."
Spiritus's brow furrowed. The deviousness they displayed in the old world would surely carry on in the new. The ones he summoned immediately set their minds to destruction—they wove it into the fabric of reality so well that none questioned its existence. That they could do so with ease was a testament to the strength of their wills. However, that same strength would usher in the land of respite's end.
One of these wills remained behind: Garland. He sought to reshape the old world to match the twisted fury that drove him, and so he fought. In the new world, the Cloud of Darkness endeavored to cause a flood of light, thereby returning all to nothingness. It seemed no matter the place, the warriors summoned by Spiritus were bent on destruction, dominion, and seeing their foes ground to dust.
When the principles of the world changed, the will to destroy remained, all because Spiritus insisted on protecting the freedom of each warrior to choose their own actions. For this, Spiritus would atone.
The new world had rejected the gods, and those with darkness in their hearts flooded into it. However, Spiritus did not stand idly by. Through the dimensional coordinates he could at least provide a means to monitor them— in this small way he would repay the warriors for their heroism.
"I thought respite was only to be found in the moments between battle, but I was wrong. The warriors will take it with their own hands. And when they do..."
Then and there, Spiritus pledged that he would reach ever toward true respite and do all in his power to protect it.
Chapter 6:
The Boy Called Onion Knight: Eternal Memories
The boy who bore the title of Onion Knight was entrusted with the light.
"Just what the heck is this?" the boy said. When the crystal core of darkness unleashed its energy and warped the principles that girded the old world, he was thrust into a new one. As his consciousness struggled to form, he felt unfamiliar memories rising to the surface of his thoughts.
"I don't fight anyone that I can't defeat." Were those really his words? If they weren't, then whose were they? If they were, then when did he say them?
He reflected back on his memories. Born an orphan, he was raised by an elder in the village of Ur. After being chosen by the crystal, he set forth on a journey across the endless continent. He was a Warrior of Light, and he joined forces with the Warriors of Darkness to lay low the Cloud of Darkness. Those memories gave him form—they gave him the strength to stand as a warrior in this world.
"But that other warrior told me I was different. That I have memories of countless battles within me. That's why I can remember everyone..." He felt an odd sense of closeness to these warriors from other worlds. Why? Even though he had only just met them, he would occasionally have flashes that hinted at something else. Something deeper.
"Like with Terra. If I've just met her, why do I feel like I know her?" he thought. However, he knew that was impossible. Try as he might, the boy didn't see her among his memories of life on the floating continent. None of the other warriors were there either.
"He has no reason to lie, and I respect him too much to doubt his words. So I have to believe him. I have to believe that I'm..." When the boy awoke in the new world, Desch was at his side. But there was a part of the boy that not even Desch knew about. If he tried confiding in his ally, how would Desch respond? The boy opened his mouth, then closed it. He was scared to know the truth.
Although he felt the light burning bright within his chest, the boy had a tenuous grasp on his sense of self. He wondered if these memories of battle had anything to do with that. He wouldn't let that slow him down, though. He would continue his journey, for the Warrior of Light as much as himself.
"It doesn't matter. I just have to keep moving forward. For my friends." His mind was made up. Even if the seed of doubt within him should continue to grow, he wouldn't stop. For those he held dear, he would continue to put one foot in front of the other.
Chapter 7:
The Boy Called Onion Knight: The Warrior of Light
Desch tilted his head in confusion. Ever since the crystal core of darkness's energy flooded the world and he was reunited with the boy called the Onion Knight, something felt off.
In this so-called land of respite—or was it the new world now?—those whose will shone the brightest were in turn the strongest. The boy was a natural leader, and his light guided the other warriors. Desch had no qualms with that; he would follow the boy, and ensure that he did not falter.
The Onion Knight was saying something in an uncharacteristically timid voice. Desch had to lean closer to hear.
"So, uh...Desch. What if I told you that I fought before in a distant world? Would you believe me?"
"A distant world? You mean before we came to this one? Did you leave your village to go on another adventure or something?"
That would have been just like him. In fact, Desch wouldn't have been surprised if the boy just up and left in search of some new intrigue. Desch thought to tell the boy as much, but when he looked at the Onion Knight's eyes, they seemed to be starting off into the distance.
"You know what, never mind. It's nothing," the boy said.
"If it was nothing then you wouldn't have said anything," said Desch.
"Well, I've been having these...dreams or something. About what happened before I came here. Dreams where I'm in a completely different world but also fighting alongside people from even more different worlds. Sounds pretty wild, doesn't it?"
"Sure, that's a little hard to believe...if it were coming from anyone else. Whatever else you are, you aren't a liar."
"That means a lot coming from you."
"Was that it? There's no more to the story?"
"There is, but there's something else I have to do first."
The boy lifted his downcast eyes and set his gaze straight ahead, as if to will his despondent expression away. "And I have to do it as the Warrior of Light," he said.
"Whatever it is, I'm coming along. We're partners, after all," replied Desch.
"Thanks. I appreciate it."
He meant it, too. In this vague world, at least that was certain.
However, it appeared the boy still didn't have complete faith in his memories. The Cloud of Darkness was ever present—and not even the Onion Knight was immune to her beguiling words. The only person he could rely on was Desch, who would fight by his side, their shared memories giving each other strength. Desch would be there to see the boy become what he must become, no matter how long it took or how far they had to travel. Desch would make sure of it.

Story Act 3[]

Story Act 4[]

Lost Chapters[]

Intersecting Wills[]

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