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Miss Alty! Your 'Refactored Possession' was positively spectacular!

Really? Color me surprised. I thought that silly little idea I came up with in the jungles of Sargon was a bit too avant-garde.

But turns out that doctor had someone like you under her wing? I thought you'd all be as stuffy as her.

Haha... So, where are the others?

Dan's the excitable type, so she ran straight to the beach. Aya and Frost went back to the hotel. Pretty run-down place, but kind of interesting.

Interesting? Really?

So did Kal'tsit tell you anything about us?

I only caught a word or two. Seems like you folks have something important on your hands?

I was blown away when I heard that the world-famous AUS had personal ties with Dr. Kal'tsit...

To be honest, I could say the same.

But... Still, I'm glad to have fans even out here. Gives this trip some much-needed spice.

Finally getting to meet you makes that whole excruciating month all worth it, though. Ah, if it's not too much trouble, could you please sign this poster too?

...Why'd you even bother coming back to Iberia?

That's... rather complicated. And something I sure didn't expect Alty from Alive Until Sunset, of all people, to be asking me.

You like the name of our band?

Like? Nay, I absolutely adore it.

Appreciate it.

So where is she? I figured she'd be waiting here with that know-it-all look on her face, and then end up telling us nothing in a lot of words.

Still waiting for Dr. Kal'tsit to contact me. She shouldn't have arrived much later than you all.

Hope she hurries up then... High tide is about to roll in.

...Outsiders. All outsiders. What happened all of a sudden? Did the Inquisition really loosen up its grip that much?

Yes, outsiders, all outsiders. They are very special. They carry the scent of the ocean.

Ægirs?

Possibly, possibly not. Our brothers and sisters are all afraid.

We must make haste. Scarcely has the Inquisition been so negligent... It's too suspicious. Even if the laxity of these waters is a trap, we must continue our relentless pursuit.

For the sake of our brothers and sisters, for the sake of restoring the Herald's connection to this land, we must first secure the Eye of Iberia... or destroy it!

I do not wish to indiscriminately slaughter the innocent. You were all my family, once.

......

Go, and have more people join us. We now have the option of choosing a profoundly vast road, greater than what Iberia promised us. Greater than this entire land.

Those people... Are the outsiders why our brothers have become restless?

It's highly likely, but I can't say for sure. We are all weak and frail. Our brothers are weak and frail. We cannot act rashly, or the Inquisition will exterminate us.

We must be... careful. Or there will be too much blood spilled on this soil, and she does not like blood. Neither us nor our brothers and sisters need die in vain.

...! Who's there?!

I knew it. Cultists, of the Church of the Deep... I step out of Iberia for just a few years, and now their scent is everywhere.

Hmm... But I'm actually starting to look forward to seeing her for once. Is she still not here?

Yeah. Dr. Kal'tsit mentioned that the Inquisition will probably keep a close eye on her, so...

That's weird. I'm sure she was there for the start of Iberia's Golden Age. She should at least be able to get an audience with their leaders. Why take such a lame approach?

Haha, very funny. Iberia's ascent was centuries ago. Even she can't be more than—

Seems her long years of experience have taught her how best to navigate this world... Alas, I'm too young and beautiful to get that stuff.

Haha, surely you jest, Miss Alty...

So... if something really were to happen to her, would you help her?

Um... If you're willing to plead on her behalf, maybe.

Is she really that important to your, uh... Rhodes Island, was it?

...To be perfectly honest, I really don't understand why she would put herself at risk like this, just to come to Iberia.

But, I fully believe that she willingly took on this responsibility. And if even Dr. Kal'tsit is prepared to risk herself for Iberia, then as an Iberian, I have even less of an excuse.

I see...

Then you'd better go take a look. Or keep waiting here. Who knows, someone might just barge in here hollering and screaming?

Hey, what's that supposed to—

Out on the plaza! I just saw one—a monster! There's a monster out there! Huh? Is anyone here?!

Wait right here, Miss Alty! I'm going to see what's going on!

...What a terrible odor.

But, Dan was right. The petals in the sea of consciousness fall into a waterfall flowing in reverse. The melody of the scales, the ballad of the rootstalks... are all ready to come forth.

Maybe I'll find a few nuggets of inspiration on this trip after all.

What... is that...?

Old Pedri was right! My grandfather wrote about these in his diary! It's a Sea Monster!

I-Is it... Is it dead? It won't start moving, right?

Sorry, excuse me, coming through—

—

......

.........

Is it... already dead?

Old Pedri wasn't lying! It really is a monster! A monster from the sea appeared in Gran Faro!

I know what it's called! We've seen them before!

(So this is a Sea Terror?)

(But the coastline is so calm... And how could the Inquisition miss something this blatant?)

(It's... staring at me? Or, at something else?)

Who's going to deal with the corpse?

Just look it! How disgusting! Would it eat people if it were still alive?

......

...No, now I'm just rambling to myself.

If this is one of those Sea Terrors from the report, then the Church of the Deep must already be closer than we thought.

Miss Amaia! Hurry, come take a look at this thing—

Now now, calm down...

Could this really be... from the sea?

I can't hide the truth from you all. Indeed... this is a monster from the sea.

Th-Then, this has to be reported to the Inquisition right away! We need to call the Penal Battalion over to deal with these monsters— No, have the Inquisitors themselves come!

Otherwise, we're all doomed!

It seems everyone is running towards the chapel?

What's going on? Hey, someone tell me what happened!

Someone found the corpse of a monster out in the plaza!

A monster...? The things Old Pedri was talking about?

That's right, everyone's clamoring to pick a Messenger to go fetch the Inquisition.

Do you know what it looks like? I heard it had fangs a meter long, and eight pairs of eyes— Hey, where are you going, Thiago?!

Head back and wait for me, Jordi. Don't set foot outside, no matter what!

But—

Okay, got it...

We'd better not get mixed up in all this chaos. Who knows what kind of vile diseases these monsters might be carrying.

A monster...

What in the world is going on?

Who's there?!

......!

Wait!

Damn you, Ægir! Accursed Ægir! He actually went and slaughtered one of our kin!

Ugh, my wound...

You're...

Jordi?

You know me? Who are you?

I... You don't need to know, nor do you know me. But I know you, if only because you are an Ægir.

Y-You're hurt!

Yes, and will you bandage me up? Aren't you the chapel's caregiver?

I...

I can help you, but you have to tell me how this happened.

...Very well.

Take a seat.

Just bear with it.

Nngh...

Stop moving! Luckily, you don't have any broken bones or ruptured organs... Is this a laceration wound? There's even sawdust stuck beneath the skin. How did this happen?

An Ægir killed my kin. I was involved, but managed to escape.

M-Murder?! In a small town like this? You'll have to bring this up with Uncle Thiago right away—

Hah... Haha. Mayor Thiago can't control the Ægir. How ironic. Only the Inquisition can punish him now.

B-But, he killed someone in your family.

We are always being hunted. Out of ignorance, fear, anger... the latter lingering from that disaster. Thank you, I already feel much better.

Wait, are you... Mr. Juan?

So you still remember my face, Jordi. Have you ever wanted... to gaze into the sea?

Gaze... into the sea? Uncle Thiago has taken me to the coast before, but...

The land has already forgotten the ocean's true form, but sooner or later we shall all return to the sea.

(Broken Ægirian) Thank you, Jordi. Thank you for your kindness. May infinite altruism fill the void of existence one day.

(Broken Ægirian) If you are still Ægir, Jordi, then leave us be. Turn back and return to your life. It is better that way.

(Broken Ægirian) Perhaps you too, like your parents before you, will go in search of that lighthouse.

Wh-What did you say? I didn't catch that!

(Broken Ægirian) My kindred refugees have come for me. But do not worry. Gran Faro has always been a stepping stone. Our destination is the deep sea.

—!

(Soft slithering sound)

Jordi, Jordi. Ægir.

We shall meet again.