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.
My beloved pure and innocent daughter, 
who will host God's soul...
ابنتي البريئة المحبوبة التي ستستضيف
...روح الإلهة
Meine geliebte Tochter, rein und
unschuldig, ohne Gottes Geist in ihr.
Ma petite fille pure et innocente,
qui n’a pas encore reçu l’âme de Dieu.