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He's about to attack!

The knight suddenly seems to vanish in place. But for the senses of an Abyssal Hunter, catching him is hardly a challenge at all.

With his speed, he opts not to attack them, but instead leaps high into the air and bounds toward the lighthouse with a ferocious roar.

Graaaaaagh!

Woah... Wh-What was that?

Don't panic! Keep climbing!

Complete our mission: rekindle this lighthouse!

R-Right!

(These vibrations... Are the walls coming under attack? How is that possible? We're already dozens of meters above ground. Do the Sea Terrors have some sort of cannon?)

(Or... maybe some massive creature? But other than the tremor just now, I haven't noticed anything else.)

(Maestro...!)

The knight lifts his head and looks up. The lighthouse did not budge an inch.

He shakes his twisted weapon disapprovingly. This long spear, once the creation of a master craftsman, is now inundated with the scent of the depths.

He does not see the one standing in his way. The knight bends his knees again, intending to try once more.

What are you doing?

You contemptuously provoke Iberia, trespass upon restricted areas, and damage a precious heritage site.

Just look at yourself. Do you have even a single shred of human-born dignity left in you?

...Dig...nity...?

Seems your vocal chords still work at least.

(Unintelligible sounds) ...The sea... doesn't need.

Crush... the waves. Trample the sun. End the pain.

Things should not, remain the same. The great tree, takes root in this land.

Your stance. Your gray armor. And that spear.

You're from Kazimierz?

I am... I am...

Knight!

...Slithering steel... Ocean's waves...

(Lifting the lantern won't do anything. There's no sign of any other ships coming.)

(The fluorescent nethersea brand ignored him. He may well be the source of the Sea Terrors' panic.)

(Then... is he actually a Seaborn disguised as a human?)

You seek to destroy the Eye of Iberia? The Inquisition will not allow it.

Aaaaaargh, the soil—!

Now!

...Good evening, Mister Knight.

Where are the other two?

The others? They're... currently having a little chat with Mister Knight's friends.

So a fight broke out not far away. Seems like it's a clash of civilizations then.

It has nothing to do with me, though, so I came over here.

You... You're different from how you were back in Sal Viento.

And also from how you were when we met in Gran Faro. You're always changing.

The seawater is sobering. Even the slightest breath of air brought in by the ocean breeze.

Although... I do want to return to the sea's embrace, but Skadi stopped me.

My little Skadi. She's so scared... But of what?

With what's going on right now, I need Gladiia's explanation all the more.

(Ægirian) Mister Knight, good sir, return to your sweet slumber, deep in the abyss.

(Ægirian) We are not enemies.

The knight ignores Laurentina, who murmurs as if singing.

As for the 'enemy' who'd just dealt him a heavy blow, the knight only tilts his head slightly before quickly snapping his attention back to the towering lighthouse.

Alas, how tragic. Language can no longer reach your ears, just as those clouds cover your eyes.

Even in your madness, does your will still drive you forward like clockwork, compelling your body to advance?

Come then, storm.

Let us share this dance.

I've found it! The main control panel!

How's it looking?

I, I'm not too sure. This is more complicated than what's on the diagrams, and, uh, I've never actually operated these things before.

That sound again... What's going on outside?

Perhaps we're still underestimating the dangers we might encounter here. At this rate, holding out for the Penal Battalion's technicians might be...

No, even if reinforcements arrive, the sacrifices required to repair the lighthouse under these conditions are akin to setting up camp under the crosshairs of a high-speed warship.

Jordi, you're a civilian, and a part of Iberia. For now, I won't ask where you came from, or about what happened in Gran Faro's past.

We're in a race against time. Right now, this instant, try your best to get all the information out of the Eye of Iberia as you can. Maestro and I will protect this tower, and we—

A-All right... I've managed to retrieve the logs. The panel is still responding, and the energy module underneath the tower is still functional.

...You act fast. Commendable.

What's next? How long would it take to reboot the entire lighthouse?

I, I'll see what I can do!

Um... Even though I know the people out there are fighting against those sea monsters, I still have to say this!

As long as the panel is still responding, it shouldn't be too hard to restart it. I've read about this in the notes my parents left behind... B-But, this would be my first time actually operating something like this, so it's still a bit of a gamble!

Either way, it all takes time! We should probably—

Eek—!

Guard this place, right?

Don't look down. Keep moving forward.