Xenoblade Chronicles 3 Original Soundtrack

The Bereaved and Those Left Behind

Carrying the Weight of Life

Li Garte Prison Camp

Fort O'Virbus

Nia - Toward the Heavens

Showdown with Z

Origin Battle

At Our Life's End

Story
The Lizard of Jaén.
In ancient times, when the walls of Jaén still trembled under the weight of the centuries, a creeping shadow slithered from the bowels of the earth. It was the Lizard of Jaén, a monstrous creature with scales as green as an olive tree, eyes like burning embers, and a breath that withered the fields. It was said to live in a cave near the Magdalena neighborhood, devouring livestock, travelers… and sometimes, even villagers.
The city lived in terror. No one dared approach its lair. Soldiers failed, wise men remained silent, and the people prayed. Until a young man named Martín, humble but resourceful, decided to confront the monster. Not with a sword, but with cunning.
Martín studied the lizard's habits, its routes, its rhythms. He discovered that the beast had one weakness: gluttony. So he devised a plan. He took a large sack of bread and meat, sprinkled it with gunpowder, and left it near the cave as an offering. Then he hid, waiting.
The lizard came out, sniffed, and devoured the feast without suspecting it. When it returned to its cave, the gunpowder took effect: an explosion echoed in the hills, and the monster fell, overcome by its own appetite.
The city celebrated Martín as a hero. Not for his strength, but for his mind. Since then, the Lizard of Jaén has become a symbol of the victory of intelligence over brutality. Today, its figure adorns fountains and legends, reminding us that even the most fearsome monsters can be defeated… with ingenuity.

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Sonic Universe III

The Lizard of Jaén IV

Order of Radiant Guard (Epic Music)

They were never meant to be friends but fate was cruel.
Four nations.
One uniform.
Four futures already written in blood by diplomats who never held a sword.
Yet for four impossible years,
they shared the same dorm, the same mess hall, the same sunrise drills over the alpine lake.
They learned to curse in Four languages,
to laugh at the same stupid jokes,
to fall asleep to the same piano someone played in the common room at midnight.
The war academy called it “exchange program.”
They called it home.
On the last day, their graduation,
before the orders arrived and borders closed,
they dragged an old camera to the rose garden behind the chapel.
No instructors. No flags.
Just twelve cadets in dress blacks,
arms slung over shoulders that would soon be enemies.
The shutter clicked once.
The choir in the piece is that single click stretched into eternity:
a frozen moment where the world still believed peace was possible.
Years later,
when the first war march fell on their childhood cities,
they would pull out the photograph
and swear they could still hear the strings swelling,
the piano holding that final, gentle chord,
the unspoken promise hanging in the air:
“We were brothers/sisters once.
Remember us before the uniforms remembered us.”
This is the music that plays
when you look at that photo
and realize
the war didn’t start with kings.
It started the day
 they were born to different nations,
and pretended
it was easy to say goodbye.

It wasn't.

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