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.
What cowards! They flinch 
when they're needed most!
!يا لهم من جبناء
!يجبنون عندما تكون في أمسّ الحاجة لهم
Diese Feiglinge schrecken
gerade jetzt zurück?
Quand le bateau coule,
les rats quittent le navire !