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A rock? A giant made out of stone? G-get some Arts on it! But not fire! Fire's useless!

Does anyone know any other Originium Arts?! Hurry. We have to stop it!

It's no use!

You're making fools of yourselves. They aren't alive. They're just a bunch of rocks cobbled together by some Arts.

We need an artificer to get the 'Gramophone' back! Use it on that thing!

You think you can get away with this?!

Give it up! Open your eyes! You know why this is happening. You know what brought ruin to Wolumonde!

It's all you! Damned Winterwisps! Teaming up with Infected to steal the town!

What a bunch of morons! Heads full of music and garbage art! Don't you see this is the end of Wolumonde?!

I know. But it would've ended quicker if we just handed it over to you.

Has Severin ever told you how much food you have stored? Did he say when the town will get back on course? No! Never! There's no hope!

That's your fault! You destroyed my home!

Wrong! It's you high and mighty nobles who pushed us to desperation!

And that's why you're killing people?!

Folinic! We have to stop them!

Now that we know who could be behind this, we shouldn't be hurting each other like this.

Let's go talk to them. We can convince them not to storm the town hall. They know Rhodes Island, so there should be a way.

Folinic...?

Why... why are you stopping me?

If we don't do something...

(Silently shakes her head)

Folinic?

There is no room for argument or invective on the battlefield. Life passes quickly. Time is short.

Truly.

Neither side knows what to debate.

It is unclear why they went to war, why they give their lives in vain.

Indeed. Rather few hold on to any ideals after taking up arms.

But now, before my very eyes, they fight one another, not only with weapons, but also with words. They cast blame along with stones.

A rare sight.

Let's go.

I can tell. You're still reluctant.

Reluctant...? When we came here, we only planned to... No. There's no point. There hasn't been, since we first set foot in Wolumonde.

We lost four of our people in the fire. I've already stopped so many. But now, the other Infected must be given... perspective.

Otherwise, we will lose control. No. The rage, the longing, will go unsated. We may even turn back to the way we were...

If you hate Reunion so much, why did you join in the first place?

I thought...

Never mind.

It's time to fight.

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C'mon, over here!

The markings here... they look like they're simply venting.

Severin thought this was some kind of calculated sabotage. But was it, actually? This really does look like senseless violence.

Click, did you find something?

Sure did. But...

Can you come here, GreyThroat? I... I don't know how to say this...

What is it?

In that room...

Your pupils are red again. Control yourself. Don't be afraid. Ayerscarpe, stay outside with her. Warn the mob.

Roger.

In here?

(It's a mess. Someone's last desperate stand... Ugh... are these... frozen limbs?)

(Wait, who is this?)

Gah! She's a doctor?!

If you don't leave, we'll kill you too!

The solution I just sprayed on you is both volatile and toxic.

Wha?! Wh-what did you do to us?

Out with it! Or I'll... I'll... Ugh...

How do you feel?

Tell me where Biederman is and I'll give you the antidote. Or you can enjoy spending the next few hours vomiting between hallucination episodes.

You're sick... I... I don't know... any Biederman. I just... have to kill all... the nobles... nng...

Then I'm afraid you're all going to stay in jail.

Huh? A mushroom? That's a big mushroom... Why is it... moving? Why is it biting?!

Schultz! We have more wounded! A lot of them! The insurgents took over the market and Maibaumplatz. But many more people are still trapped in Zwölftontechnik Strasse.

They're unstoppable!

Once the fighting started, we lost all hope of stopping anything.

Now we face two possible outcomes: Surrender, or fight.

What should we do?

Surrender, hand over the city to Reunion and the insurgents, and go starve to death in the snow.

If we fight, both sides end up wounded or dead, and the survivors will starve to death in the snow.

Or...

If casualties are unavoidable, we want the fewest possible—*cough* *cough*, *hack*—

Ack... *cough* *cough* *cough*, *cough* *hack* *cough*—

Schultz— Uncle? Uncle??

Hey! Uncle, that's blood. You're coughing up blood!

Sorry! Just a second! Miss Tatjana!

My uncle, he can't speak and—

Are you okay? Abnormal breathing, lung lesions resulting in a loss of voice, this calls for... it calls for...

What happened?

Mr. Severin, he's actually—

You should listen to the doctor and quit smoking. We don't need a test to see you have some serious persistent lung damage.

Let me see here... I need to take this off——

Hey! Don't move!

You... you're Infected?

Huh?!

These are Oripathy symptoms. The Originium is pushing out from his lungs into his throat. This dark powdery substance below your throat... that's Originium crystals surfacing through your skin.

Your cells have begun fusing with the Originium. Is this why you don't care about your health?!

Did he get it from the battle just now?

This isn't an early symptom or an acute lesion. He's been Infected for some time.

Probably from the Catastrophe... No, that's too recent. It must have been even before that.

*Cough* *cough*——*cough* *cough* *cough*!

Black blood clots. Suzuran, take a sample.

Okay! Sorry, sir. I'll be quick.

No way the hospital is functioning right now. Okay, take him into the town hall!

Wolumonde... can't be without... her Schultz!

If you keep pushing yourself, she's definitely going to lose him.

You... really look like a doctor right now.

*Cough* cough*, *cough* *cough*—

Phew, looks like I can talk for a minute after coughing up blood. Handy, that.

Tough guy.

I have a favor to ask.