How should we interpret this word? With mathematics, physics, faith, imagination—
We exhausted our minds attempting to define this still unfamiliar word in a variety of languages, and arrogantly claimed to have mastered true 'knowledge'.
So why are most of us silent when destruction is so near?
You cannot turn back from knowledge. Since we have glimpsed the partial truths of countless fallacies, it is only natural that we cannot retreat into the darkness of ignorance, and ignore the advent of the end.
I think, perhaps I've touched on the key to resolving this ultimate question—
'The purple flames ignited by that Draco have accelerated the course of the war. Once the Exemplars and the ducal alliance's troops push onto Nezzsalem's final stronghold—'
'Our goal of concluding this war will finally be within reach.'
'But... Dr. Kal'tsit, how long will it take for us to cover this short stretch?'
'There's no way to tell, Amiya.'
<p=1>Londinium outskirts battlefield, wreck of the Gloriana</>Londinium outskirts battlefield, wreck of the Gloriana
Tired Wounded
Originium...
Tired Wounded
Bloody Originium's really chopped this battleship in halves. I have to remain here and continue the fight with the local garrison...
Tired Wounded
Sorry, kid. I can't go on with you.
Tough Infected
This whole time we've seen nothing but ruins and dead... no garrisons at all.
Tough Infected
Also! Please don't call me kid! The monastery's already celebrated my coming-of-age!
Tired Wounded
Haha, you remind me of my daughter.
Tired Wounded
See the light shining up high there? That's part of Her Grace the Duke of Caster's Gloriana.
Tired Wounded
That gun's still working, which means the news I got from the broadcast is true. My squad served the Duke, so I have to go back.
Tough Infected
But your wounds...
Tired Wounded
I can walk, since you helped patch me up.
Tired Wounded
But you, are you sure you want to go back to the city? It's the most polluted place there is. The active Originium in there will be the death of you.
Tough Infected
The Bishop told me that the kind person who saved me from the mines went through hell and back to deliver me all the way to the monastery.
Tough Infected
So I knew from an early age that salvation never comes without a cost.
Tough Infected
Don't worry about me. The clergy taught me many ways to keep myself safe.
Tough Infected
As long as I can save one more person, anyone, before I reach my end...
Tired Wounded
To be frank, this is the first time I've seen a cleric as devout as you... Your kind heart is the pride of Victoria.
Tough Infected
The Bishop says faith is not at all for pride or glory... the faithful believe with sincerity that good deeds will better this land...
Tired Wounded
Better this land...? Hah, maybe.
Tired Wounded
But anyway, thanks, little Cautus. For everything.
Tired Wounded
Could you help me out one last time, kid? If you make it back to the city, if my family... and my daughter's still there...
Tired Wounded
Please tell her that papa's always protected her.
The Victorian soldier struggles to raise his injured arm, and gives a non-standard salute to the Cautus, before calmly turning towards the distant wreckage and vanishing into the thicket of Originium.
The Cautus looks to the faint light emanating from the ship's gun and cannot help but to sigh.
Artillery sounds in the distance, and the tiny Cautus continues towards the city on the horizon—Londinium.
When she arrives at the soldier's home as directed, there is nothing left.
But letters found in the ruin tell her the soldier's daughter joined a force rebelling against the Sarkaz in the city—the Exemplars.
It is a difficult journey for the Cautus as she returns to the refuge. When the Victorians joined forces to attack the Sarkaz front at the Palace of Westhaleg, Originium continued to spread throughout the city.
There are also those mad Sarkaz mercenaries wandering recklessly around, as if they've lost any semblance of humanity.
Her head hurts, from the city's terrible condition, but also from the horrific black crystals on her body.
Excuse me... were you the troops who protected the people here from those mercenaries?
Excited Soldier
Yes. We have both Exemplar and ducal alliance troops in our squad, and we got a distress call while we were gearing up to enter the Palace.
Excited Soldier
Trust me, this mess will be over soon. Thank you too, for taking care of the kids and refugees.
Tough Infected
......
Excited Soldier
Uh, are you looking for someone?
The Cautus shakes her head.
Excited Soldier
Right, we did mop up some of the devils hiding about. Probably here because their side's about to lose.
Tough Infected
—!
Excited Soldier
See you. We have to hurry on to the front.
Tough Infected
...I didn't see that kid.
Silent Child
......
Disgusted Child
...Follow me.
The child leads the Cautus through bunker after bunker within the factory, and the latter spots other refuge residents silently carrying away Sarkaz corpses.
They walk up to a pile of containers, and the child struggles but manages to push the messed up lid open.
The cowering Sarkaz child from before looks at them in fear.
Disgusted Child
She's here.
Disgusted Child
I promised you I'd help you, didn't I? It all happened so suddenly earlier, so this was the only place I could hide him.
Silent Child
But he can't stay here.
Tough Infected
On my way back, I met a group called Reunion. They can take him in.
Heheh... I traveled to Iberia in my youth, and saw with my own eyes how the lives of those around me collapsed during the Profound Silence, but that tenacious nation has never once yielded.
Bishop
At first, I only admired the country's vitality, but as I lived my life, I came to realize...
Bishop
That vitality, that is faith.
Bishop
Who was there to teach me, or even the other Iberians, what path to take in life? Did anyone promise us we would surmount such a terrifying disaster?
Bishop
No, but faced with calamity we always convince ourselves. Everything we go through is inevitably for something, suffering will eventually end, and we will enjoy a wonderful future.
Bishop
That is faith.
Bishop
Faith does not reside in scripture, nor in our prayers and hymns, but in our lives.
Bishop
Faith is in our bodies and minds, in every heartbeat, in every breath. It is the source of all strength.
Bishop
...Only because we believe.
Tough Infected
Father Bishop, if it is as you say, that all suffering eventually ends, then where is our wonderful future you're talking about...?