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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.

Mayor Thiago is here!

So what old Pedri said was true, Amaia.

Even if I wished to deny it, I'd be quickly silenced by the reality in front of our eyes.

But, what kind of person could slay a monster, then off-handedly toss it here?

I hope you'll let me handle this.

That...

If we don't dispose of it properly, I'm afraid it could become a danger down the road. Besides, is this not a rare opportunity to study a Sea Terror?

...Very well. But I'll be coming with you.

None of us know exactly what this thing is just yet, and we certainly can't rule out the possibility that its blood might attract more of its kind.

No objections here.

With me, lads. Move aside, so I can wrap up this body—

...Well, it's not as heavy as it looks. So where to, Amaia?

Follow me.

Don't just stand there gaping. Hurry on home now, people.

Are we really not going to report this to the Inquisition? What do we do if more monsters show up?

There's no need to get them involved.

But—

I said, we don't need 'em!

Ugh...

Thiago.

......

This town doesn't need the Penal Battalion interfering just yet. We'll handle things our own way.

If the Inquisition sent its people here and saw this thing, you'd never see another peaceful day in Gran Faro. Do you really not understand that?

But— Never mind, forget it.

Let's go, Amaia.

We're really just going to listen to him?

Old Thiago's hatred for the Inquisition goes back more than a day or two, but if something really were to happen without the Penal Battalion here, who's gonna fight the monsters? Us?

Plus, there've been more and more outsiders lately. It's like Thiago doesn't even see them. If they were to blend in with the outsiders...

I knew it, we really should send someone to the Inquisition! How are we supposed to explain all this if someone from the Penal Battalion does show up? I don't want to get branded a heretic!

Miss Amaia... and what's with that author over there...?

Let's touch base with the other members of AUS first. I feel like we can't just ignore all this.

Is the chapel normally this deserted? What happened to your God and your faith?

Not every Iberian is a practicing Lateran. Miss Alty, the town has become quite dangerous, and I need to ensure your safety until Dr. Kal'tsit arrives.

Might as well put on a show here then. Some music would help calm everyone's nerves.

Haha, that's not what I meant.

Then calm down. Let me take a stab at what I think happened.

Uhh...

Hmm... I saw... some kind of sea creature. Right, you guys called it a Sea Terror. Whether the Iberians or Kal'tsit were first to call it that doesn't really matter to me.

A Sea Terror beneath a cruelly dry sky, its observant and analytical scales with nowhere to belong. It knows very well that this is not its home. It lives, back home.

I've got it! That Sea Terror was probably hung high up on that sculpture, and it was singing the latest wave of rock-'n'-roll. Right?

...It wasn't hung up there. Nor was it singing. But you got like eighty or ninety percent of it down.

You've surprised me again, Miss Alty. Was that your Arts?

Who's to say that death itself isn't just another kind of song? That's what it taught me. And it's a real travesty of nature that the beauty of it can't be appreciated across species.

What do you think?

Fortunately, such an artform is not required by all organisms.

D-Dr. Kal'tsit! How come I couldn't get a hold of you this whole time...?

Long story short, I'm under the surveillance of the Iberian Inquisition in exchange for their trust.

We don't have much time, but the task before us is grave. Operator Elysium, go keep an eye on the two who took the Sea Terror's body away. I need to speak with Alty alone.

...Understood.

Here's a communicator. You should already be familiar with my Originium Arts, so you can also, uh, pass it on to your colleagues.

Will do.

I know you prefer to keep handovers quick and efficient, but let me say this: I'm so relieved that you're safe and sound.

If I discover anything, I'll report back right away. Heading out.

Mm. Appreciate it.

Long time no see, Doctor.

Miss Alty.

Sorry for making you come all this way. I understand this involves putting yourselves at risk to some extent.

So why are you under surveillance? You couldn't just cut a deal with them?

Time is short, and Iberia's paranoia masquerading as piety prevents me from meeting with the Inquisition's upper echelons.

Hmm... Are you in a hurry?

The other countries still do not understand what we are dealing with. They are unable to comprehend how a vast, mighty land in its Golden Age disappeared into the Silence.

And I... may as well have witnessed it with my own eyes.

Fair enough.

Where are the others?

We rarely get to go on a tour, so let them enjoy some free time. What you want is right here.

I came to you for the same reason as last time.

That said, I have little love for the sea these days. Especially after hearing what you had to say about it.

Hopefully you've had enough time to make up your mind.

Before we get to that, Doctor... Doesn't it seem like you've been working on... let's call it your bedside manner?

Like, uh, an X-ray machine with a voice greeting?

......

Whoops. Put my foot in my mouth again. You should already be used to that though, right?

But how quaint indeed. I didn't think anything could possibly change the way you dealt with people. Or should I say, your 'personality.'

There's always something.

Alright. Maybe I'd rather not pry into your personal affairs...

...He's here. He's still here, and it's not just him. There's more. The scent of the sea. Since when were there so many Ægir in this little town?

The Inquisition planned it.

Maybe. Maybe even now, at this very moment, there are still Inquisitors, their heads addled with their ignorant laws, intent on continuing their self-righteous deeds.

When did you have the time to wrap yourself up after escaping from the enemy?

...An Ægir helped me.

A friend?

No, just... an Ægir who loves the sea.

What do we do about our brother's body?

It's currently in the hands of Amaia and Thiago. We'll have to figure something out.

We ought to prepare a funeral for it.

A funeral is a human ritual, not ours.

Amaia has said that we should live the way our hearts dictate. Pure in desire, pure in worship, just as those ignorant Inquisitors treat their own faith.

Would that not make us equally ignorant?

Ignorance is a part of our very nature we have yet to throw away. We have not yet become them.

Sophistry.

That, I can't deny. But do you wish to see the land-dwellers torment the corpse of our brother?

......

Long have we lived on land, with no Herald to guide us. All we can do is seek out our own way of embracing the ocean.

But before that... we should give our brother a proper burial. We ought to mourn any senseless death.

Who would be able to slay this creature with such ease? Thiago?

What?

I'd understand if it had been surrounded by four or five Penal Battalion soldiers, or if it took the Flames of Castigation from an Inquisitor's lantern.

But... this poor Sea Terror has but a single wound on its body.

While I've never personally seen the rumored High Inquisitors fight, I'd imagine that if anyone in all of Iberia could pull this off, it'd be them.

Impossible! Nobody has seen an Inquisitor come to Gran Faro!

But our little town, which rarely sees any outsiders, has been welcoming visitor after visitor as of late. Surely this can't all be due to the Inquisition's negligence, right?

That...

Perhaps the marching of the Penal Battalion cannot be hidden from our ears, but what of the Inquisitors? If they changed out of their uniforms and concealed their lanterns and swords, how would we ever know?

......

You mean to say that an Inquisitor might already be here? Hidden among the outsiders?

I'm saying it's a possibility.

...I'm going on a little walk.

Thiago!

I'm sure even you understand that most people would rather have the Inquisitors help them get rid of the Sea Terrors.

I know. Of course I know. I wouldn't hate a beast for no reason. But I WILL hate those people. Those... Inquisitors.

*Sigh*...

...Was this your doing?

(Ægirian) It has nothing to do with you.

You don't look like you're from the Penal Battalion.

(Ægirian) You cannot deceive me.

Wait, you're an Ægir? That makes you even less likely to be an Inquisitor.

(Ægirian) Silence is the most terrifying sound in the sea. We cannot tolerate it a second time. None of us can.

I'm not sure what you're talking about, but I think you should leave—

(Ægirian) The Bishop of Sal Viento is dead.

......

(Ægirian) I am not as patient as you might believe.

I...

(Ægirian) I never thought I'd see a living Abyssal Hunter with my own eyes.

Inquisitors? ...No, impossible. How could an Inquisitor be here?

Mr. Thiago! Just now, I—

......

Mr. Thiago?

Get out of this place as soon as possible. You, and the rest of your lot.

You're a nice lad, I can see that. Jordi can too. But...

There's something sleeping beneath our little town, and there's nothing normal about any of this—No, Iberia's never been normal, not since then.

...I hear you. I'll leave as soon as I can.

But I think I saw something in front of the chapel just now—

Tell me, lad. Are you from the Inquisition? Are you trying to get close to Jordi so you can take him away?

Mr. Thiago?

Go ahead and lie to me. I'll fight you to the death too, outsider.

I'm not. You know as well as I do, if I were really after the Ægir, why would I wait so long?

—

It's just a single Sea Terror. We're by the coast, and we've seen things like this before, decades ago.

There's nothing to get worked up over, outsider. It's none of your business.

Mayor Thiago, I'm willing to help you iron out some of the issues in town.

You? There's nothing for you to do.

Even if it means Jordi's life will be in danger?

......

Nobody's here? Why aren't Amaia and Thiago here...?

—!

It's his scent!

That damn Ægir, he took Amaia away?! How dare he—

—No, that's not quite right. Amaia doesn't know how to fight. He wouldn't do anything to her.

At least our brother's remains are still here.

......

What do we do now?

Take it away. This rotting shack is not suitable to be its coffin.

After that... We will find it a proper home. Look at it—death is nothing more than a gentle attendant. That is something that Ægir butcher could never understand.

Let's go.

Hmm... So in other words, we're what? Insurance?

To my understanding, none of you have any desire to return to the ocean and fight those monsters.

You were born of this sea, and are very powerful. But even if you regain your original forms, you will never be able to rid yourselves of those creatures.

Oh? It's that dangerous?

More than you can imagine.

To be honest though, we've never cared too much about that. We just do what we want. Most people inhabiting this great land probably think the same thing, right?

If the Seaborn can understand language and music, then I'm sure you'll find an audience, even if disaster were to befall Terra.

In fact, they're more complete creatures than humans, and have greater resistance to all sorts of things. Give them a few hundred years and maybe they'll even adapt to Originium.

I'm aware.

Mm... So answer me this, Doctor.

Us, the Ægir, Sea Terrors, the Seaborn—and all our pitiable kin lurking in the depths of the ocean—

—How are any of us different in your eyes?

You were born much later. There are many things you do not yet understand.

When Frost awoke from a deep rock formation, her first thought was to get away from those aliens and monsters.

There's nobody to communicate with in the sea, and everyone on land eventually hides their original forms and disappears. Fortunately, music can open a crack in the loneliness.

If this situation is resolved, I'll have plenty of time to discuss the past.

I also hope that none of you actually... get involved with either Iberia's or the Ægir's plans.

Why not? I thought you were eager for us to lend a helping hand.

It's been too long since I've been in touch with the Ægir. The tides are crying out, and a lack of information hampers my predictions.

We do not yet know the true origins of this calamity, nor are we able to infer any possibilities.

Worst-case scenario, even you won't have any way to— *sigh*... It seems we have uninvited guests.

...Huh?

They already have the nerve to show themselves openly in town?

......

Outsiders. A grotesque scent, belonging to those strange Ægir.

Look what they're holding in their arms...

A Sea Terror. They don't intend to fight.

......

(Broken Ægirian) My brother, o brother. Hear me out.

(Broken Ægirian) It is our incompetence that led to your untimely fate. It is our cowardice that prevented you from returning to the sea.

(Broken Ægirian) Forgive me, my brother. I can yet hear your voice.

(Broken Ægirian) The people of this world all believe death to be the terminus of all life, but we understand that once our individual forms are transcended, even death itself is powerless.

(Broken Ægirian) Until we return to the ocean, I shall be your coffin. I will take you back to the deeps.

(Broken Ægirian) Come, my brother. May you slumber eternally. We shall become one.

Urgh... Aaahh—

What is he doing?

—Assimilation. The simplest method of forcefully penetrating his own torso with the Sea Terror's body.

Should we stop him? It's pretty gross, and totally lacking in aesthetics.

Someone will. But not us.

Juan! What are you doing!

Haah... I... It's still alive... I can feel it... What did you say?

The Inquisition is here!

You... Urgh... Graaah...

Repulsive.

Though this chapel may be deserted, it is still a sacred place to the Iberian Inquisition. And yet, you dare openly blaspheme our laws and creeds.

Someone from the Inquisition actually snuck in? But what happened to that Ægir?!

Juan!

You...! Curse you... Hrrgh... Damn Iberian!

Kill him!

Graaah!

The Sea Terror of the grim lake crests and troughs as the mountains roiling in the twilight. Carrying the scent of rotting flesh, the traitor nearly usurps the throne of his new home, screeching gleefully.

To think that you'd target such a small, inconspicuous town after Sal Viento. Even now, the Inquisition underestimates the scope of the Church of the Deep's influence. Indeed, your taint is pervasive.

Juan! The Inquisitor! You have to—!

You're even weaker than any Church of the Deep remnants I've seen. Why do you insist on staying in this unremarkable town?

Answer me.