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Thiago
Jordi!
Jordi
Uncle Thiago? What's going on?
Thiago
Quick, pack up. We have to go.
Jordi
Wait, what? Where are we going?
Thiago
The Inquisition is coming.
Jordi
...What?
Thiago
The cultists, the monsters from the sea...
Jordi
......
Jordi
Are we leaving this town for good?
Thiago
We?
Thiago
......
Thiago
No, no, just you. When the Inquisition finds out there are cultists here, the ร†gir will be their first target.
Thiago
I don't care what happens to the cultists, or even the rest of us... We've lived here too long. We don't know how to live anywhere else.
Thiago
But you're different. You've always wanted to see the world outside. You're young and talented.
Jordi
But, I... this is all so sudden.
Thiago
It's an opportunity for change, lad. Your last chance. Be brave.
Thiago
Even if you somehow survive the Inquisition's interrogation, all that's waiting for you here is a life spent in fear of the ocean and the Sea Terrors.
Thiago
If you leave, though, your fate will finally be in your own hands. Not stuck in that little chapel.
Thiago
That place is too small for you. You shouldn't justโ€”
Jordi
But, I... It's so sudden.
Thiago
There's no time to hesitate, lad. You must be strong, like your parents and their parents before them.
Jordi
Did my parents really give their lives for Iberia?
Thiago
We don't have time for this. Come, we must pack.
Thiago
It's been so long since we've had a traveling trader stop by... all your clothes are so old. You can buy new ones so easily out there. All the more reason to leave, don't you think?
Jordi
But why would the Inquisition be looking for ร†gir? Couldn't cultists just as well be Liberi or Feline?
Thiago
ร†gir come from the sea, same as the monsters and the disaster.
Thiago
Wait... have you seen them?
Jordi
No, I... I mean, Uncle, you knew? You knew they were here?
Thiago
Yes... we all knew there was something to the rumors.
Jordi
Juan was one of them. He went into an empty warehouse to hide from the streets. He was hurt, and... he had no hostility towards me.
Thiago
Right, because you're ร†gir. I know they've gone mad, that they're not normal.
Jordi
But why? ...Are you sheltering them?
Thiago
None of that matters anymore. You'll be leaving soon.
Jordi
No, I don't want to.
Thiago
What?
Jordi
I... I was born here in Gran Faro. If I run away just to hide from the Inquisition, I... I don't know.
Thiago
You what? Do you have any idea what you're saying?
Thiago
No ร†gir has ever made it back in one piece after the Inquisition gets them! If you're LUCKY, you might return missing a few body parts, or maybe your sanity.
Thiago
Most simply disappear though. Some say they've been imprisoned, others that they've been executed. No one comes back! No one!
Thiago
The Inquisition will burn everything to the ground in their 'mercy,' before the monsters and cultists even get a chance. Nothing cleanses like fire!
Jordi
U-Uncle Thiago, calm down!
The angry old man sees in Jordi the shadow of himself, arriving in this land all those years ago, hoping to construct a new garden out of the ruins.
Decades have passed, and those who were once young are no longer so. Yet what have they built in Gran Faro? What has become of Iberia?
Their efforts have done nothing to change the tidings of fate, and the home that they put so much of their passion into now stands on the precipice of collapse.
A vast helplessness engulfs Thiago, like the dark clouds over the sea.
Thiago
No one...
Thiago
No one... no one has ever come back. Not Marin, not anyone else. Gran Faro is already burning. Be it the Inquisition or the monsters, there's no future for us here.
Jordi
Uncle Thiago...
Thiago
I'll never be able to face your parents if anything happens to you, Jordi.
Jordi
I... I know, I...
Jordi
......
Jordi
C-Can I go see the ocean?
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Tight-Lipped Adherent
Gaaaaaaaah!
Saint Carmen
Dream now, and may your sleep be full of nightmares.
Saint Carmen
Leave them to me, Kal'tsit. Soon enough, they will confess where their dark and dank schemes take root.
Kal'tsit
No doubt.
Alty
(Wow, the old man's with you, Doctor?)
Saint Carmen
You are... Alive Until Sunset. A rock band. I must admit I don't understand these new-fangled trends.
Alty
Have faith in the divinity of song then.
Saint Carmen
Iberia hasn't recorded a direct sighting of a Feranmut for centuries, much less an interaction. If your music represents your views on human society, then that would certainly pique my interest.
Alty
We haven't paid attention to that sort of thing since 'Deep Color in the Sea.' It's a topic that's all too familiar, you see.
Saint Carmen
Ha... I wonder, what music would you put to Iberia? The most surprising thing I've found at my age is how much still surprises me.
Saint Carmen
As we discussed, the Inquisition will prepare a means for you to travel to the Eye of Iberia as soon as possible, Kal'tsit.
Saint Carmen
You will eliminate any obstacles in your path.
Alty
...That Sea Terror. The one that's embedded in the guy.
Alty
There's the scent of an ร†gir on it. A different scent though, one more like us. The scent of the sea.
Kal'tsit
What?
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Thiago's steps are small, but quick. He seems burdened by age, yet surprisingly energetic.
๐Ÿ”
It was all Jordi could do to keep up with his pace. He said he wanted to see the ocean.
He did not know why he said that. Even now, he does not know whether it is he who wants to see it, or Thiago.
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'I'm an ร†gir,' Jordi thinks. 'The sea is my home.'
'But how do I breathe down there? How did my ancestors live underwater?'
Questions pop into his head one after another, questions he had been curious about from a young age. But Thiago is Liberi, and cannot answer his questions.
The ร†gir came from the ocean. Why would they drown in the ocean?
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Dan
The sea!
Aya
This is the wrong way. Are we just gonna leave our instruments in that damp room?
Dan
No, I can smell the waves. The sea is just ahead.
Aya
What do waves smell like?
Dan
Like cotton.
Aya
Using olfactory vocabulary to express visual elements...
Aya
But you're right. The sea's right up ahead.
Gladiia
You...
Aya
An ร†gir, and of a different breed from the ones who grew up on land. You must be that strange sort of ร†gir.
Aya
What did they call you again? Oh right, Abyssal Hunters.
Gladiia frowns. She rarely expresses her emotions in such complex ways.
It came from her instincts as an Abyssal Hunter, as a Consul, as an ร†gir technician, as a soldier.
Skadi
You are... AUS.
Gladiia
You know them.
Skadi
Yes, by chance.
Aya
Why so mysterious? Well, whatever, I'm just glad our name is known even among the ร†gir.
Aya
Alty once visited that ship, following your scent trail. But this is the first time we've met in person.
Aya
I'm Aya, main vocalist of AUS. Dan here is our drummer.
Dan
Greetings, guests from the sea.
Gladiia
You're of the sea too. A pleasure to meet you.
Gladiia
When I came to the land, I sought Kal'tsit to learn more about youโ€”about your terrestrial kin.
Aya
Oh... if you're talking about the things on land, then I guess we're kin, technically. Not sure I can say the same about the ones in the sea.
Aya
What are you here for? The doctor?
Gladiia
Just an appointment.
Gladiia
We seek a way back to ร†gir.
Aya
Back to ร†gir, huh... The three of you, together?
Skadi
We are not so easily separated.
Aya
Aw, what a great friendship. What about the one in the back? Is she shy? Why doesn't she say anything?
Specter?
......
Aya
Something doesn't seem right with her. Her brain is tormented. Is she sick?
Gladiia
You could say so.
Aya
Poor thing.
Dan
โ€”Mm!
Aya
What is it, Dan?
Dan
I just felt something up my spine. Like an electric shock to my brain, then a strangeโ€”
Specter
โ€”Voice.
Unusually quiet, Specter gazes at the sky.
She closes her eyes. Waves brush against chaotic thoughts. This place is far from the coast, but something is touching her consciousness.
It is in the wind, among the clouds, through the land, from the sea.
Specter
A voice. I can hear it.
Gladiia
Hmm... I don't hear anything.
Specter
The music of the sea. The children of the sea are crying.
Specter
It is... a song.
Skadi
The scent of Sea Terrors. Lots of them. The town is under attack.
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Panicking Townsperson
H-Hey! How did you get in here?
Panicking Townsperson
A-Are you an Inquisitor?! The ones you're dragging areโ€”
Saint Carmen
Go home.
Saint Carmen
These two are under suspicion of colluding with heretics. I am performing my duty as an Iberian Inquisitor.
Saint Carmen
Leave now, unless you want to be caught up in battle. Their blood will draw enemies.
Panicking Townsperson
A-An Inquisitor?! When did the Inquisition arrive? W-Were those outsiders your informants?
Panicking Townsperson
I, I'm not a cultist! I don't have anything to do with those guys!
Saint Carmen
Do you know these two?
Panicking Townsperson
Them? Juan...? It's Juan? I always thought he looked suspicious. Heโ€”
Saint Carmen
That's enough.
Saint Carmen
No need to torment yourself. Go home, and be sure your doors and windows are locked.
Panicking Townsperson
A-Alright...
Saint Carmen
......
Saint Carmen
You can come out now.
Church of the Deep Cultist A
An Inquisitor... no, a High Inquisitor!
Church of the Deep Cultist B
What's the Inquisition doing here?
Church of the Deep Cultist A
Amaia and Thiago have gone missing. Do the ร†gir have something to do with it?
Church of the Deep Cultist B
You killed Juan, you bastard!
Saint Carmen
Not quite, he yet lives. I intend to extract some answers from him.
Saint Carmen
You are different from the enemies I know. Your minds are your own, and you are working under clear directions.
Saint Carmen
But if you're truly sane and awake, then you should understandโ€”
Saint Carmen
โ€”That you stand no chance against me, nor any other brave soldier of the Inquisition.
Church of the Deep Cultist A
Tch...
Saint Carmen
Why give up your lives? What meaning is there in your futile sacrifice?
Saint Carmen
What have the accursed tides promised you? What are you scheming on this barren shore?
Saint Carmen
I have many questions, enemies of Iberia.
Saint Carmen
And I can only hope your god has answers.
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