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's perfectly understandable that 
my precursors couldn't figure it out
تفهمت عدم تمكن أسلافي من التوصل له
Je comprends qu’ils aient échoué,
car Dieu n’avait pas dix ans…