With the newly freed Polus by your side you ascend the blood-stained ramps to the surface.

The great spires of Thrace form a jagged skyline, like the city is being swallowed by a fanged maw from beneath. The herds of Faceless and processions of Masked return to their lives.

Polus regains some lucidity and composure after a time.

"There are some people you need to meet, Oathsworn. people who would appreciate what you did today," says Polus, flinching. "There is a group working to stop this barbarism," she says, raising her good arm to encompass the Coliseum behind her. "I am with the underground. Whatever brings you to Thrace, it's better to deal with them than the masters." You ascend at her suggestion, and fall in with her as she leads you to the underground.