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What's your name?

...Skadi.

No, no. No no no, Ægir. Don't try to deceive me. We may have been trapped on this ship for decades, but we are no fools.

They call you Ishar-mla.

Did you hear the bells, Ulpianus?

It's a miracle that anything works on this ship at all.

Here, the bells signal the start of the hunt.

But who's the hunter, and who's the prey?

The children of the ocean don't care. If they consider Alfonso to be their kin—albeit weakened—they're willing to offer their own flesh and blood, all to ensure the survival of the strong.

A Hunter approaches.

Gladiia. She's too sharp. The skills I learned on land will only work for so long. She'll detect me soon.

What will you do?

What will YOU do?

Answering a question with a question? I... I'm interested in your choice, Ulpianus.

I never expected to become interested in the Abyssal Hunters again, but Laurentina fascinates me. I see so much possibility in her.

And you, you've made your choice of your own accord, while retaining your sanity. Have you noticed? More and more, you're becoming like one of us.

Can you reach the truth? Cast aside revelation, lay open the body of god, and learn the truth of the gods of the sea?

The answer you're seeking is tantalizing. Heh, look at me, showing curiosity. Perhaps there's something human in me yet.

The revelation is imprinted upon the instincts of god's children. Our ways of thinking couldn't be more different.

Oh my.

You sound even more like a Seaborn than I do.

Ah, you've returned.

Thank you for your contribution. I know how painful it must be for someone like you to go against your faith.

But providence lies just ahead. This is by no means a false promise, but true redemption.

I thank you.

Lord Carmen is far beyond our comprehension. There's no point trying to deceive him. He will discover the truth before long.

You should also thank Thiago. Our lie has condemned him to death at the hands of the Inquisition.

...I have never seen the Herald of the Sea, but rumor has it, the Herald will not refuse the requests of its kin.

Because the choices of kin must surely benefit the entire kind, the thoughts of kin must also be shared by the entire kind. We ought to learn from this, as this is also a part of the Cycle.

Then we'll let Thiago worry about himself.

But...

Ah, you still have doubts. They are unnecessary.

Our prophet, Miss Amaia. Will she really be able to come back?

She has simply chosen to return to the sea one step ahead of us. She is to locate our path, our Herald, and the trails of the sleeping city.

If she returns, it is to help her kin. If she does not, it is because she is making preparations.

We needn't worry too much about her. Just know that she wishes to avoid the scrutiny of the Inquisition, regardless of where she might be.

...Then this person, this Iberian. Why did we abduct him?

His patroness seems to have made some kind of agreement with Carmen. He is an enemy.

Haha... I really wish you'd choose another way of describing my relationship with the doctor.

You've been investigating us, have you not?

I've devoted quite a lot of time explaining our ideals to you, and we would prefer not to hurt you. Have you thought things through?

I think I've heard everything I need to know about your hypocrisy.

...Hypocrisy? Ah, you still speak of morality, the morality of the human realm.

I couldn't care less what these Sea Terrors or Seaborn really are. All I see are a bunch of outlaws inventing a reason to vent their frustrations with Iberia and the Inquisition.

While I haven't lived here for a particularly long time, I AM an Iberian.

And I've been to a lot of places and seen a lot of different things. People like you who think they're special are actually a dime a dozen.

If the gods you talk about are real, and, uh, all that nonsense about being the pinnacle of evolution or the bleeding edge of life—

—Then surely those gods must look down on people like you, right?

How dare you!

...No, he's right. That is why the Herald no longer speaks to us. That is why only Amaia can hear the voice of the ocean, and only she can guide us.

(So there really was something off about Amaia. Tch, I should've caught on sooner.)

(That said...)

How's it looking?

Whatever those things of yours are, that nethersea brand, they aren't able to get into the center of town at all.

That black monster can do more than fly, it can even belch out terrifying jets of flame. The nethersea brand can't spread faster than it's being burned.

If this gets dragged out, then Gran Faro will fall into the Inquisition's hands as soon as the Sea Terrors holding back the Penal Battalion are exterminated.

Then we all die.

No, Thiago, no.

All these things you speak of... You do not grieve for the kin who willingly give themselves up to hold back our enemies.

In other words, you are not yet resolved to sacrifice yourself for our entire kind at a moment's notice.

Don't talk to me like that. Our interests happen to line up this time. I'm just an old fogey with no interest in becoming an ocean-hugger.

...What a lowborn, stubborn creature.

Same to you, friend.

And you, lad, didn't I warn you not to meddle in other peoples' affairs?

Thiago, you—

You know each other?

Ugh...

No. He's just an outsider who kept hanging around the chapel. As the mayor, I need to have at least some idea of every person in town.

You should've stayed out of it.

Right then.

We should act soon, right? Or are we going to wait for the Inquisitor and his monster-wielding accomplice to burn my town to the ground?

We will not. You seem awfully attached to this city. Why?

Gran Faro is the embodiment of our generation-spanning vision to rebuild our country, heretic. Ask any of the Iberians who've joined you, and you'll understand.

The Inquisition has taken enough from us, and I intend to pay them back double.

I am Skadi, not Ishar'mla.

You pronounce it differently, but what does it mean?

I...

Skadi knows, but dares not answer.

Gladiia told her that she is alright, and she is willing to believe her.

But that is only an escape. She knows what the name means.

It means a thunderous roar within the abyss. Flesh and bone rubbing against the rock walls until only the Will remains, surging beyond the ocean.

It means that after that harrowing battle, something was left in her body. 'Something.'

My blood and your blood are identical.

You smell my scent, exactly as we smell your scent.

You find us, kill us...

When we do not understand, we kill you too.

We feed the ocean. Our bodies have provided for the ocean.

Ishar-mla, we possess the same home.

Inquisitor! How dare you join forces with them!

W-What?

Get off my ship this instant! Otherwise you'll join them in my hunt, as the quarry!

Easy there, Mister Captain.

Now tell me, how did you... come to learn of this name?

I'll tell you exactly how. We ate the flesh of these things and our bodies began to change. I personally executed three of the survivors, until only we remained.

Now it's my turn to ask you—their blood also flows in your veins. I can smell it. And you must be more special than the others.

What are you—

Look at my hand.

Skadi looks down.

One of the captain's arms has taken on the form of a Seaborn, its newly-formed webbing clearly visible, and its tentacle-like extensions ever squirming.

He seems to be making an effort to restrain it. By the looks of it, whatever is inside that arm is also interfering with his body.