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.
They've been sleeping all 
this time since then.
.إنهما نائمتين منذ ذلك الوقت
Seitdem schlafen die beiden.
Depuis ce jour-là, elles sont endormies,