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.
To think that we give a 
blessing to the world...
...بالتفكير في أننا سنبارك العالم
Es freut mich sehr, dass wir
der Welt den Segen geben.
Répandre le bonheur sur terre,
pour nous, c’est une joie inespérée.