After the Granites lift Clain, Phryne and Nessa safely from the rubble of the destroyed lab, the factions of the Lost Millennium face the fateful decision to unite for their best shot to bring Fractale down—or surrender.
I bit off the pinky finger 
I used to make a promise
قطعت الخنصر الذي قطعتُ به وعدًا
Je crois en notre promesse
Mais en poursuivant ton ombre