Holding Lyfia’s words close to heart, Aiolia finally faces Andreas! Andreas scornfully recounts how he manipulated Lyfia. Fuming with rage, Aiolia’s immense Cosmo turns into a God Cloth! Meanwhile, Frodi is cornered by Utgardar’s forceful swordplay.
Don't expect to fend off my attack
with that level of defense!
!لا تتوقع أن تصدّ هجومي بذلك المستوى الدفاعي
Erwarte nicht, dass du meine Attacke mit 
dieser Verteidigung abwehren kannst.
Non aspettarti di respingere il mio
colpo con una difesa di così basso livello!
Não espere conter o meu ataque
com esse nível de defesa!