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 don't know the details,
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Ich kenne keine Details,
Les Arabastas ont l’air prêts
à se faire exploser avec le temple !