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.
It might end up being like that,
،قد يؤول الأمر لذلك
Tu as peut-être raison,
mais c’est mieux ainsi.