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.
And this world only Phryne can save 
belongs only to Phryne and me.
وهذا العالم الذي تستطيع إنقاذه فريني وحدها
.هو ملك لنا أنا وفريني
Es heißt auch, dass diese Welt,
die bloß Phryne retten kann,
Ce monde
qu’elle seule peut sauver