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.
Good morning! It's a beautiful 
morning, isn't it?
صباح الخير! إنه صباح جميل، أليس كذلك؟
Guten Morgen! Was für ein schöner Tag!
Bonjour !
Il fait beau !