Clain is helpless behind a clear wall as Barrot details Phryne’s role in the system, but the priest’s demented rant is cut short. As the temple begins to collapse and Nessa starts to fade, the future of Fractale—and all of mankind—lies in Phryne’s hands.
What are you going to wish 
to the day star, Nessa?
ماذا ستطلبين من نجم النهار يا نيسا؟
Nessa, was wünschst du dir
vom Mittagsstern?
Nessa, quel vœu vas-tu faire
à l’étoile du midi ?