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Yes, I will.

My friends, too. We can come together.

That sounds great!

It's a promise, okay? Be sure to come back soon! I will be waiting for you here.

Woodframe.

Uh, here! Singer, they need me for something. I gotta go.

Don't forget what you promised!

That can there...

The red shell.

Anita!

Just as she said she would, the girl stops in her tracks, turns around, and smiles at Skadi.

Yes?

If next we meet on the outside, I'll still sing for you.

Okay! Looks like I gotta keep your harp in my box.

See you, singer!

See you.

Dammit.

Dammit!

Gladiia caresses her face in the mirror.

Look at you. You still ended up an ugly bitch in the end.

You should've died in the deep sea. Is this what you wanted? You should've died with everyone else instead of going into hiding here. Constantly on edge, no matter what you do, even breathing, much less letting them hear your singing.

You have to shut yourself up in a landship's bathroom just to complain about your predicament, never again to ride the waves. All you can do is to wait until you fully transform into a beast.

Look, this is you.

It's too soon... Too soon.

The ship... I need to find that ship.

A Seaborn tried to get an answer from Skadi... The monsters tried to pry the truth from their murderers.

Which also means that the hunters still have a chance, perhaps their one and only chance—

'Their gods give no revelation.'

Before the waves engulf the world and those monstrous colossi summon their bloodkin, we must smother the sea with silence. Its brood will know nothing of this.

We will exterminate them at their source.

This is our only chance. This will bring about a calamity... but Ægir will get its moment of reprieve.

I can't hear Ægir. Heh, just like the monsters waiting in vain for their revelations.

Nonetheless, we have a responsibility. The Abyssal Hunters must be the first to uncover Iberia's secrets.

—The last dreadnought of the Iberian fleet. Indomitable, yet disappearing without a trace in the span of a night.

Gladiia stops gazing at herself in the mirror.

This is my duty. I must defend Ægir.

By capturing that golden ship and taking hold of that key, the doors to the vault will fling wide open, and the volcano shall be unleashed.