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Accept? Identity?

...You do not need to understand. These waters are still incomplete. Perhaps you will have to further perfect yourself before you can lead our entire kind.

Need time. And nutrition.

And I've come to give you both.

That blasphemous sea captain slaughtered Sea Terrors for food, but used every means available to hinder the transformation. He's usurped pieces of the Cycle, yet refuses to be a part of it.

The flesh and blood of those offspring rightfully belonged to you. Those nutrients were meant to be yours. This ship has delayed the birth of a brand new ecosystem.

Please do not abandon me, Herald. In due time, all of Terra will become one and the same with the Nest.

I do not abandon. Kin.

I need time. But not much more.

I will be back. We will meet again.

I could have sworn you were going to rush over and kill us.

Should I be thanking you, Ulpianus?

I can kill something like whenever I want. It's even weaker than Quintus.

How patient of you.

Gladiia also tried to infiltrate the Church of the Deep in Sal Viento, hoping to get something out of them. Of course, she was a poor fit, given her personality.

And here I was thinking that none of you were a good fit. Or are you saying you're special?

You're getting less and less tight-lipped of late.

Heh. I suppose there's really no rhyme or reason for when you decide to keep quiet, Ulpianus.

Don't use my given name so casually, Liberi. You don't understand the weight behind it.

We are enemies.

Oh, we both know you've already abandoned that notion, deep in your heart. Of course, you might still hold some 'enmity.'

Like a lost and famished traveler who stumbles on a frozen, starving mangler-beast in the mountains.

Did whatever Breogan left behind satisfy your imagination?

Far from it.

The Seaborn have existed for even longer than the Ægir. For their history to be turned upside-down, there must be something behind it.

If you care about the word of God, then so be it. The Seaborn are not gods, nor are their forefathers.

I have seen how your gods die, their screams coursing through the currents, their flesh and blood smeared across abyssal ravines. As the clan hovered overhead, I plunged into the unknown depths of Ægir's territory.

I've seen it with my own eyes. Enough to shatter all the beliefs I'd held thus far. Afterwards, I will rebuild it. Ægir will be lifted up once more.