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...Drowsy...

(Unnatural sound)

Are you alright?;......;Do you remember me?

(Unknown Language) You? A living creature? Here?

(Unknown Language) You must... wait.

(Unknown Language) Why is it so dark here? I'm in...

(Unnatural sound)

(Unknown Language) Too long... too dark...

(Unknown Language) No! No! There's still the one hundred seventy three thousand and fifth attempt! And the next!

(Unknown Language) The next time...

(Unknown Language) Can anyone hear me? Answer! Answer me!

(Unknown Language) ...Please... where am I...?

I can't bear to hear any more of this...;How much longer do we have to wait?

I... don't know.

There's no way for us outsiders to judge, if these cries of anguish are memories from his past, or the emotional module responding to the stress from processing all that compressed emotion.

I only feel... pity. And respect.

Kal'tsit... have you experienced this before?;......;Rhodes Island is with you.

(Unnatural sound)

(Unknown Language) I hate this! Damn it!

(Unknown Language) Why must I suffer this torture?! Why must it be me?!

(Unknown Language) Even if they all come back to life, I myself won't be a living person! I made such a great sacrifice, and yet you've all abandoned me!

(Unknown Language) Who as it that gave me such a duty?!

(Unnatural sound)

(Unknown Language) It... was myself.

(Unknown Language) Why? Is that me? Can I still recall that determination? I...

Doctor, you should stop watching.

Leaving now is the final act of respect we can give him.

We have to find the exit.

...Madame! Over here!

I knew something had happened underground when the cave collapsed!

Let's leave this place first. Is this the man-made passage left behind by Kristen?

Yes, I reckon it will lead us to the S.H.A.F.T. Only heaven knows why the army never discovered this secret path.

If the 'Preserver' had not shut down its system, it would have been impossible for you to find this passage.

What happened to Ho'olheyak?

I have her trapped outside, and Maylander will have a nice long chat with her later.

Madame, I need to know...

There was nothing there other than an old man marching towards death.

And as for what those deaths mean, I can only say they have absolutely nothing to do with Kazdel.

I shall not pry any further, unless a certain matter prompts me to.

Walk this way.

(Unnatural sound)

(Unknown language) ...I am... Trevor Friston.

(Unknown language) What has happened? What have I become?

(Unknown language) Who turned off the lights? I should report that punk to the—

(Unknown Language) ......Ah.

(Unknown language) I've failed, haven't I? After how many years? How many years has it been?

*Cough* *cough* cough*, *cough* *cough*——

That damned tin can... hah, at least, he hasn't decided to drain my blood dry yet.

Where am I...?

(Unknown Language) Who are you?

What are you...? What are you talking about?

(Unknown Language) Why do you have a... tail? And the feathers on your head... it's not an accessory or a weird fashion trend either.

(Unknown Language) Just what sort of place am I in?

These are... sarcophagi. Hundreds and thousands of them.

Kristen, oh Kristen... so this is the 'God' you spoke of?

Pretty different from what I imagined, He looks... hm... very sleek?

Greetings. If this is indeed the courtyard full of oracles, the destination of charity—

Can you install in me, wings from the blood of the K'uk'ulkan? Can you show me... their wind and thunder, the glory of soaring in the skies, their magnificent forms?

I come to you bringing four hundred and fifty-one years of obsession from the K'uk'ulkan people, only for your approval, and your answer.

(Unknown Language) So that's how it is, I'm starting to understand.

(Unknown Language) My existence is fading away. I am dying. Well, this sure sounds like something a bastard like me would do.

(Unknown Language) Don't you think it's too stuffy here? For a place deemed a destination... it's too stifling.

(Unknown Language) I've hated bunkers ever since I was little. I had thought, why not hide within an asteroid belt instead.

What will I become? My knowledge, my desires... will they disappear into thin air as I gain power?

If you would be willing to speak in a language I understand, 'God'?

(Unknown Language) Well, I have no idea what kind of creature you are... I don't even know what the sounds you are making mean.

(Unknown Language) But in a dying old man's final vision... you are on the true path, yes.

(Unknown Language) I so badly want to see her one more time, my morning light...

(Unknown Language) I——

An icy wind blows over Ho'olheyak's without traces of any dust.

In the blink of an eye, she finds herself in the wilderness.

A hallucination? Arts? What kind of Originium Arts is this? This is how that crazy God has given her His answer?

Ho'olheyak looks around in all directions, and does not find anything matching what she had in mind.

She only sees a pair of father and daughter playing by the water, and the girl sporting long and familiar locks of pale gold.

A girl who looks a lot like Kristen.

Ho'olheyak waits patiently. She expects this boring and realistic scene to change, but nothing happens.

She is devout enough.

But nothing in front of her changes.

So what does this actually all mean?

Please don't waste my time.

There is no response.

Ho'olheyak is starting to feel weary. She tries to get closer to the pair, but to no avail, failing to identify their faces.

Until—

—Until the father picks his daughter up, and they look towards the sky.

Only now does Ho'olheyak discover in the view she had gotten too familiar with, that there is something not even Kristen's wildest descriptions had mentioned.

She sees a gigantic, enormous moon.

For just a moment.

The ground under her feet no longer feels real. The surrounding temperature seems to rise.

Ho'olheyak stares right at the instrument, and the fluid glimpse leaves her no room to think.

But a preposterous thought appears in her mind.

Was that... Terra?

What was that just now? What did you do?! Is it Arts...? No, is it a Feranmut's power? Or witchcraft like the Tin Man's?!

Silence.

Ho'olheyak is completely unaware, that she is the only one who has left that beautiful dreamland.

Hah. If this is what Kristen saw, then what she said was completely right.

Kristen Wright... you really do invite jealousy.

This is, the enlightenment that your 'God', has left me.

How cruel of you all, denying me of my pursuits, my entire life, from my birth till now.

And after denying everything, 'God' has fallen silent.

No, I don't approve. I won't allow it.