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.
The thought occurred to me that people 
probably cry in this kind of situation...
خطرت ببالي فكرة أن الناس يبكون
...في موقف كهذا
Ich dachte, dass man in so einem
Augenblick weinen müsste,
Dans ce genre de moments,
je pensais que j’aurais pleuré,