- I can't maintain this form! -
The fearsome Decemvir Tiphereth would even block out the sun with a disco ball in the name of beauty. Arthur's group returns to Britannia,
but can they save her neon-coated friends and people...?
So sorry, Tiphereth.
Tut mir ehrlich leid
für dich, Tiferetchen!
¡Lo siento, Tifaret!
¡Lo siento, Tifaret!
Dommage pour toi, Tiphereth !
Mi dispiace, Tiphereth.
Que pena, Tiphereth!