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.
Don't let your guard down until we 
enter safe airspace! Full speed!
لا تتخلى عن حذرك إلى أن ندخل
!مجالًا جويًا آمنًا! السرعة القصوى
Bleib auf der Hut,
bis wir im sicheren Luftraum sind!
Restons prudents
jusqu’en zone sûre !