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.
♪ I would ask that Clain's 
smile last forever. ♪
.سأتمنى أن تدوم ابتسامة كلين إلى الأبد
würde ich mir wünschen,
dass Clains Lächeln ewig anhält.
Ce serait de voir Clain sourire…