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πŸ”
W
'Uni...verse'? What's a 'universe'?
Kal'tsit
No language that you are familiar with has such a word.
Kal'tsit
It is a concept far wider than the land and the sky. It is all of space and time, and everything contained within them.
Kal'tsit
Even the most arrogant of 'gods' are unable to claim mastery over it as a whole, because the word itself signifies infinity, as well as the possibility for constant change.
Kal'tsit
However, Originium is able to incorporate it in its entirety, all in finest detail, forming an 'Assimilated Universe' withinβ€”
W
Okay, stop.
W
In short, we got two things.
W
One, for some unknown reason, we were dragged into the Originium along with the airshipβ€”not that anybody knows how tiny little rocks can have this huge place inside of them.
W
Two, we're not dead, and we don't know how we're still alive inside this... 'universe' in the Originium, right?
Kal'tsit
...A reasonably accurate summation of the matter.
W
...
W
Eh? No reaction, not even a raised eyebrow?
Amiya
W!
Amiya
Did you just... throw a bomb into the sea?
W
What else would I throw?
W
I had to test the waters somehow. That bomb's as good as my hand, right?
W
The old hag said that we got stuck inside the Originium. Maybe I could have oh-so-conveniently blown a holeβ€”
Amiya
Look out!
W
β€”What the hell just happened?!
W
It was like... there was something pulling on me.
W
The yellow stuff down there is liquid Originium, right? What else could the bomb have blown up?
Logos
It would not have ignited. There is no energy present to fuel a reaction.
Logos
I cannot sense any Originium within this Originium sea.
Logos
...Perhaps I should phrase it differently. As all Originium outside this realm exists in a combination with other matter, so too must it abide by the laws of the external 'universe'.
Logos
But here, those laws are dictated by the Originium itself.
W
You're not making any more sense than the old hag.
Logos
We have entered a place that operates on its own grammar.
Logos
I can sense the... language contained within this ocean of Originium. Vast, boundless, without limit. As of yet, I have been unable to thoroughly analyze it.
Kal'tsit
Stop, Logos.
Kal'tsit
Do not attempt to comprehend this 'language' for now. We should not... disturb it.
Kal'tsit
Although it is highly likely that we are already within danger's sights, the fact that this ship is permitted to exist is proof enough that we are safe, at least for now.
Rhodes Island?
The ship and the Originium sea...
Kal'tsit
This Rhodes Island exists because of you, Dr. {@nickname}.
Kal'tsit
We should have been assimilated by the Originium and become part of the ocean. Thanks to you, we were not.
Kal'tsit
You have changed... No, redefined a portion of the law.
Kal'tsit
Under circumstances that you yourself could not perceive, you have used this 'language'.
The one I spoke earlier? I don't remember it.
Sometimes it's in my brain, sometimes it's not.
W
Hah, who would have thought you had that sort of thing in you? Don't tell me that those weird dioramas on the ship were all your dream or something?
W
Those 'heart-warming' illusions were... disgusting.
...
I didn't like them either.
W
...Hmph.
W turns her head, pondering as she looks ahead.
She has barely even glanced at you since you entered the Assimilated Universe.
W
The real question is, now that we've barged into the Originium, how do we get out?
W
Can this haunted ship take us somewhere?
Rhodes Island sails atop the aureate sea. It resembles a mirror of purest gold more than anything else, its surface unblemished, nary a ripple in sight.
A question suddenly comes to mind: are you really sailing?
Amiya
The ocean's surface seems static. Everything does, really.
Amiya
It's too quiet. I can't feel anything. Flowing emotions, rich memories... It's all faded away.
Amiya
Dr. Kal'tsit, this is inside Originium, right? I don't understand. It's already devoured so much...
Amiya
Cities destroyed by Catastrophe, people died of Oripathy... Shouldn't traces of all those lives be here in this sea?
Amiya
Why is there nothing here?
Kal'tsit
...
Kal'tsit
Because this is the end.
Kal'tsit
Everything sealed away by the Originium is trapped in this unchanging, undying end.
W
Oh, how wonderful! A 'good' place where even the dead can't die. Not even the Laterans could think up of something so heavenly.
W
No wonder that there's no Sarkaz aboard the ship. How could a sweet, blissful place like this have devils like us?
Amiya
No Sarkaz?
Amiya
You might be right. Other than you and Logos, I haven't seen a single Sarkaz since we arrived.
Amiya
The Sarkaz... They are closely connected with Originium, but where are they?
Did the ship ram into something?
Is there something on the water?!
Logos
...
Logos
'SIGHT'.
'Sarkaz'
β€”
Amiya
β€”!
Amiya
Those shadows are Sarkaz! They'reβ€”
Logos
β€”Marching.
Logos
The war eternal continues, no matter if it is on the battlefield outside, or in here. No matter if they are dead or alive.
Countless Sarkaz shadows appear above the surface of the sea.
Wendigos, DiΞ±blos, Nachzehrers, Banshees, along with many ancient clans lost to time.
They grasp clubs and spears, or crossbows and greatswords. Some even bear witchcraft cannons on their backs.
The water is calm, but the many shadows form a torrent, surging forward.
Charge. Fight.
Forever without rest.
Logos
War.
Logos
The Sarkaz's war against everything, persisting through millennia, never ends.
Logos
This is where the myriad souls of the Sarkaz return.
'I see cities, devastated.'


'I see Originium, blanketing the land.'
πŸ”
Margaret
Rhodes Island is straight ahead! Hang on!
Nightingale
(Panting heavily)
Shining
Iβ€”
Margaret
Shining? What's wrong?!
Shining
...The door has been opened.
Shining
The distance between life and death is closer than ever now.
Shining
It is something that all Sarkaz can hear.
πŸ”
Hoederer
...
Ines
We need to survive this round of impacts! The airship's been eaten up by Originium, which means the Royal Court casters are distracted! This is our only chance. There's too much damage to the vertebraeβ€”
Ines
Hoederer?
Hoederer
I can hear it...
Ines
Did the Feranmut speak to you again? What did it say?
Hoederer
No... It's something else...
Hoederer
...I can hear all of history's wars, happening at once.
πŸ”
Indra
Look, Vina! Is it just me, or did that big red thing above Londinium get even bigger?!
Siege
...
Morgan
Not just bigger, the red's darkened now.
Morgan
It's like the entire sky's turning into Originium...
Siege
Storm's not calming down, either.
Siege
The Sighs of Kings can't cover a range that wide. The Sarkaz will destroy the entire city, and far, far more besides.
Siege
Amiya...
Siege
You must make it in time.
πŸ”
Amiya
The myriad souls bar our way.
Amiya
Here, in this place where everything is stilled by Originium, only they continue to fight.
Everyone hears the low roars resounding above the golden sea.
The Sarkaz's war will never stop. The Sarkaz's anger will never end.
W
How interesting. Looks like a bunch of long-dead Sarkaz heroes are still fighting their asses off. I guess this is what they meant by 'a living hell'.
W
But why are they blocking us off...?
W
...
W
Hey, that thing in front of us, the 'tree' root, don't you guys think it looks like a tower?
You noticed it the moment you stepped atop the deck.
It stands tall in the middle of your field of vision, uniting the golden sea with the quiet sky above, yet not fitting in with either.
Is it really a tower?
It is taller than anything you can imagine.
Why is there a tower here in the Originium sea, where everything ends in stasis?
The answer springs forth unbidden.
Amiya
...Babel.
Kal'tsit
The airship's goal was here all along.
W
She must be on top of the tower, guiding the myriad souls!
Amiya
Indeed. She is waiting for us.
Amiya
That tower is our only beacon in this featureless ocean.
Amiya
All the answers we seek are where we started.
Amiya
We will climb Babel and face her.
Amiya
And then...
πŸ”
W
Amiya.
Amiya
Yes?
W
I'd say I'm pretty clear-headed right now.
W
Making it all the way here... There's no way that I haven't figured out what I want to do.
W
There's still lots of people on the outside fighting their asses off. If we weren't so quick on the draw, I think we'd be seeing a few more familiar faces here among the dead heroes.
W
Hey, old hag, bring your little monster out to help us!
W
It's gonna be pretty rough, the way we're headed.
Kal'tsit
I... cannot do that. Mon3tr is unable to appear here, and I do not wish to arouse any unnecessary attention.
W
β€”?!
W
Grrr, another one of those reasons that you don't want to talk about?
Kal'tsit
Dr. {@nickname}, I am severely limited by the environment here, but it should have no influence on you.
Kal'tsit
I will need you to move the ship.
I've never really taken the helm before.
This is the deck, not the bridge...
Kal'tsit
You need not worry.
Kal'tsit
The heading of this Rhodes Island does not depend on your skill at the helm, nor on any machine or energy generator.
Kal'tsit
We are within Originium.
Kal'tsit
You will have noticed by now that you hold special significance to Originium. The reverse is very much the same. It is equally as irreplaceable to you.
I thought I wasn't supposed to know this.
I thought you wouldn't tell me this.
Kal'tsit
My silence has many reasons.
Kal'tsit
Frankly speaking, I still have reservations on whether or not I should be helping you retrieve this knowledge.
Because of the things I've done in the past...
I understand now.
You said that you hate me.
Kal'tsit
Hate, torment, anger. I cannot deny it.
Kal'tsit
At the time, I did not only lose Theresa.
Kal'tsit
I also lost someone that I once hoped I could trust.
...Me.
You felt disappointed.
Kal'tsit
I was very disappointed... in myself.
Kal'tsit
I was not completely aware of your 'changes'. Or rather, my preparations were insufficient to reverse the outcome.
Kal'tsit
We were able to glimpse the first rays of light of our goal, but Theresa's sudden departure extinguished the flame.
Kal'tsit
Once more we are plunged into deepest night. If we do not make the right choices this time, the darkness will be eternal.
Maybe you shouldn't be trusting me again.
Kal'tsit
...No. I should trust you.
Kal'tsit
I did worry that if I allowed you to regain your memories regarding Originium... it might bring about unforeseeable changes.
Kal'tsit
But over and over, you showed proof to me, to Amiya, to everyone, that my worries were unfounded.
Kal'tsit
The only thing I can say for certain is that we walk the same path. From Chernobog to Londinium, your experiences and your emotions have shaped who you are today.
Kal'tsit
And nowβ€”
Kal'tsit
You protected us, saved us from being devoured by the Originium and turned into complex flows of information.
Kal'tsit
You made Rhodes Island appear, and have afforded us the opportunity to continue on in this stillness.
Kal'tsit
Dr. {@nickname}, show us the way out, and find the right path for yourself.
Kal'tsit
The direction that our future takes, where Rhodes Island heads next... It is all up to you now.
Alright.
...
I knew that all along.
Rhodes Islandβ€”
Advance.
You feel the movement of the ship beneath your feet.
Passing through the Originium sea. Passing through the army of the myriad souls.
The tower gets ever closer.
πŸ”
W
Why's the sea so choppy all of a sudden?
Kal'tsit
The myriad souls are affecting the surrounding environment.
Kal'tsit
The Assimilated Universe... is no longer stable.
It's hard to move any further.
The deceased Sarkaz are blocking our way.
Amiya
The myriad souls are angered.
Amiya
They... They're all looking this way.
W
Sure, let them gawk.
W
They can watch me step on their heads! Gonna run right over them!
A great wave resembling a palm swats at the tiny Rhodes Island.
W grins and laughs.
She takes a running leap into the wave.
Amiya
W!
W disappears into the maelstrom in an instant.
But in the next, her laughter rings from within the golden mist.
W
Haha! I knew it!
W
That thing isn't part of the Originium sea! I can blow it open!
W
I never thoughtβ€”I would get to open upβ€”
W
BABEL!
The sounds of destruction ring out, from quiet cracking to roaring collapse.
The great pillar to the sky should not have been damaged by such tiny bombs, but some of its roots peel back, hanging down towards the miniscule people aboard the ship, providing a route from the deck to the base of the tower.
Kal'tsit
Let's go! Quickly!
You climb the fallen structures with all haste.
To your surprise, the white material feels soft and pliant, almost like some sort of... cloth.
Amiyaβ€”
Up here!
I've got you.
Amiya touches the 'roots' lightly.
In an instant, countless hands stretch towards her. From the sea, from atop the tower, from the void.
Amiya
...
Close your eyes, Amiya.


Close your eyes...
The King spurs them, the King drives them, the King enslaves them.


The King rules us, the King leads us, the King inspires us.
You have arrived.


You are among us.
Amiya
The myriad souls...
The Originium sea is close to boiling.
The myriad souls thirst for the King of Sarkaz. The myriad souls wish to force the King of Sarkaz to stay.
Logos
Go on ahead, Amiya.
Logos
Go and see Her Highness. Obtain the answers you seek, and overcome them.
Amiya
Logos...?
Logos
I also miss Her Highness.
Logos
But we have long since bid farewell to her.
Logos
When Babel still yet roamed the earth, the first circle of our fellows vowed to dedicate our lives in service of our ideals. Her Highness and I were no exception.
Logos
As for the voices of the myriad souls... I will respond.
Logos
I have been waiting for this moment, ever since I sang my first elegy.
πŸ”
The will of the myriad souls is a frothing sea, billowing furiously.
Their hands clench swords. Their hands leash Feranmuts. Their hands command a thousand armies.
Their heads bear identical crowns.
They are the lords of the Sarkaz.
They are the eternal existence of the Sarkaz.
'Nameless Kings of Sarkaz'
There are no roads that we have not walked, no hardships we have not shouldered.
'Nameless Kings of Sarkaz'
You have not the strength to match us.
'Nameless Kings of Sarkaz'
You have not the fearlessness to match us.
They examine, they interrogate.
Countless fleeting emotions condense into a raging swell, enough to wash away any will of any individual.
But through a hundred crashing, surging waves, then a thousand, then a million, the one before them stands firm.
The young Sarkaz lifts his bone pen, pointing it towards all the nameless Kings of Sarkaz.
He needs no words.
His curses are his answer.
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