BP-ST-1 Tide Watcher

Been a while, Doctor.

You were supposed to meet that chatty Liberi, but you don't seem surprised to see me.

Hmm. True.

You're an hour later than Kal'tsit estimated.

I guess the Inquisition's review process is strict, even with an official notice from a Saint.

After only three months, nearly all the town's residents have moved inland, aside from a few workers. Replaced by lots of people from the Penal Battalion.

Ægir contacted Iberia a week ago. This forgotten town has become a lot less quiet since.

Being surrounded by sea scum already sets the young soldiers on edge. Hearing Ægir's voice only made it worse.

Turn left at the sculpture, and the sea is a quick ten minute walk.

We'll head straight to the Eye of Iberia.

Say, Doctor, do you hear the sound of the waves?

Their layering has gotten complex. I hear... the sound of stars drifting across the sky. The never-ending song of nature. And a language, forever incomprehensible...

...

It's like I get more nervous the closer I am... Never mind. It's hard to explain.

Maybe I'm sleep-deprived. Ever since our last voyage, I feel like I've inherited Shark's nightmares.

Speaking of the sea, why did Dr. Kal'tsit call you over so urgently?

I don't remember you having anything to do with the ocean.

Not much of an answer.

Right, I forgot about your condition. No wonder you gave such an answer.

Oh well. I'm sure she had her reasons.

Let's go. It'll be dark soon.

I would take a step back if I were you. I need to shake myself dry.

Hey there, Dr. Kal'tsit. Not many people can track us Abyssal Hunters. Did Swordfish tell you we'd be coming ashore here in advance?

Elysium deployed a data collector in these waters. It's had a direct connection to the Eye of Iberia's central control system ever since its calibration.

And it can already track underwater targets? That Liberi's not half-bad.

Am I to understand then that Rhodes Island and the Inquisition have deepened their ties?

One week ago, the undersea city contacted Iberia via a special comms frequency, informing them that Ægir would be establishing a 'Waterway' between the Ægir home territories and dry land.

In the face of such a grand project, Iberia could only gather intelligence through the great lighthouse's positioning system.

Evidently, your position as Chief Designer of Warfare did not afford you any knowledge of this.

Tell Kal'tsit what we discovered, Shark.

The captain and I have swum out to where the Stultifera sank three times now. Our last dive was only ten days ago.

The first time, we could still see the exploded wreckage on the sea floor. Under what little light filtered through from the surface, the gilded interior was more like a smudge of paint.

But this time around, the entire thing had completely disappeared, replaced by a cluster of coral, thrumming with life.

I may be accustomed to dreaming, but that felt unreal even to me.

That monument to a lost civilization and its history stood for but a brief time.

The Stultifera Navis has been completely claimed by the sea.

Or to be precise, it's become part of a Seaborn nest.

Their environmental assimilation is accelerating.

At a frightening pace.

But there was something even more noteworthy. We found traces of battle. Recent ones.

A completely barren patch of sea, lacking even marine snow. A warped and shattered stretch of sea floor, clearly pockmarked by micro-singularities.

Only the fleets of Ægir's Legions could be behind that.

As a landwalker, Kal'tsit, the knowledge of and interest you hold towards Ægir are nothing less than extraordinary.

Though separated by the boundless seas, Ægir has always been a part of Terra.

Regardless, Gladiia and I have decided to head to that city.

A risky decision, no doubt.

Perhaps a tad.

Considerably.

As such, we Hunters have been observing it for a while.

Before our final operation, I attended a military conference between the Academy of Science and the Academy of Technology, as the Abyssal Hunters' Chief Designer of Warfare.

Among the battle plans they drew up together, I do not recall anyone calling for a military stronghold to approach dry land with, nor any project involving 'Waterways.'

Ægir has, without a doubt, undergone great changes.

Our contact with the home territories was completely severed after we slew Ishar'mla. It is difficult to determine the truth of the matter from the information we possess.

Yet still hardly reason enough for you to return to Ægir. I don't believe I'm the first to try to dissuade you, either. Didn't your colleague already do so?

Do you mean... Ulpianus?

He would understand that the land holds no answers for us. We must return to the sea.

If his strategy is to maintain a distance from Ægir, then all the more reason for us to return in an official capacity.

...Ever since I awoke from my dream, the waves would tell me, time and again, that the lost should return home.

The Abyssal Hunters must return.

Very well, I understand.

Then I'll go with you, Gladiia.

That would indeed be a rare opportunity for you.

I will be representing more than myself on this visit. More than Rhodes Island, even.

Iberia as well? Even with all that you already bear, they would give you another burden?

It was also my decision.

Rhodes Island's cooperation with the Iberian Inquisition has only just begun. Much like our own.

How many days has it been since we were contacted by Ægir, Irene?

Eight, Su Santidad.

And outside of the necessary deployments, meetings, and to rest, you've spent those eight days here, watching the sea.

They haven't given us a concrete time frame for their next contact. I understand you don't wish to miss their next move, but...

Look at the sea before you, Irene.

By Iberian standards, an ocean without a hint of Sea Terror flesh is a gentle one, no matter how noisy it may be.

An old friend of mine was once the most talented bard of the port.

But after that grand port sank into Silence, he fled north, past the starving masses to the Iberian interior, to the small town that would one day become the capital.

I saw him kneeling by the broken town gates, weeping uncontrollably. From his weeping, the town obtained its new name: Perdonidora. 'Forgiveness has left us.'

However, what people needed at the time was not mourning, but consolation. Many prefer to use the shortened form, Perdoni. 'Forgiveness.'

And now, the last Eye of Iberia, the final legacy of the Golden Age, shines bright once more. What do you think that signals, Irene?

Hope and determination.

'Hope and determination.' Of course.

Ah, youth. The determination in your eyes is brighter than Dario's when he was your age. Good, good.

But those words, as inspiring as they are, are often not the fully correct answer.

After half a century of being pushed back, our front is finally advancing. Soon, this will become the new center of the Inquisition.

But at the same time, we must necessarily bare everything to the ocean. To Seaborn and Ægir alike.

Iberia is stretched thin. This country can no longer hide its exhaustion and sickness. It is a simple fact, plain for all to see.

And there is another fact to consider. We can retreat no further.

Maestro—Ah, it's been a while, Doña Irene.

Indeed it has.

Those clothes suit you.

Th-Thank you.

Ah, right, there's been an emergency. The lighthouse just picked up signals of unknown origin.

They seem to be coming from not the sea, but the sky.

Jordi. I think we can already seen them...

What are they?

Bionic drones. The Islanders brought similar creations to land, all those years ago.

(Iberian) People of Iberia. Do not be alarmed.

Ægir greets you.

I am Clementia, a technology consul of our Institute of Societal and Administrative Supervision.

Saint Carmen I Iberia, of the Iberian Inquisition.

I believe this is the first official communication between our nations.

Indeed.

You speak our tongue as well as any Iberian.

I installed an Iberian language module before leaving the home territories. I hope you'll forgive me if I ever use the wrong expression.

Moreover, forgive me for having to contact you in this form, Sir... Iberia.

We have no objections to your appearance, Madame Consul. I only regret that it has taken us so long to begin this conversation.

Despite your so-called 'Waterway' project being more than half-complete and close at hand, we Iberians find ourselves in complete ignorance of it.

To make amends, we'd like to invite your envoys to visit our city. Ægir respects the efforts Iberia has made when you were caught up in the Seaborn crisis.

'Caught up in.' Do you mean to say that everything Iberia has faced was merely the aftermath of your crisis?

I do.

Let's not be tied down by formalities, Sir.

We recognize the power of language. Your name itself, Carmen I Iberia, is a symbol. A symbol of courage and valor.

This is why we came to you. We hope that by reaching an accord with Iberia and the other terrestrial nations, we will be able to create a Waterway that links directly to land.

We will clear the stretch of sea between Ægir's home territories and the land, so as to facilitate our forces coming ashore.

...I hope I need not remind you what sending an army to another nation's border implies on land.

Given the enormity of the oncoming threat, we will exhaust every means at our disposal to resist it.

I am more than willing to come explain to you in person if necessary, but it would be easier for you to understand the situation if you were to join us in the depths.

The fleets of our Legions VIII and X are patrolling and suppressing the Seaborn in these waters. They will soon escort you to our city of Milliarium.

This drone formation will continue to notify you of any nearby combat or environmental changes until you have safely arrived at the city.

There may be an unprecedented disaster brewing beneath the waves.

Sir Inquisitor, I worry that though the earth is vast, it is but an isolated island.

'A Waterway that links directly to land.' She's eloquent, but...

Arrogant. No doubt.

A haughty adult wielding a weapon, loathe to use finesse when dealing with an unarmed child.

Irene, inform our cooperation partners of this most recent communication.

Kal'tsit has already agreed to serve as Iberia's envoy. The Abyssal Hunters should also have made their decision by now, considering they've always had reservations about the Waterway program.

Right away!

I'll also keep the other Inquisitors in Gran Faro abreast of the situation.

I've made a recording of your entire conversation with Ægir, Maestro. Please, take a look.

A-As for whether you approve of me going...

I recall you submitted your application a week ago.

Yes. Since the Ægir fleet is on their way now, I was wondering if...

Never hesitate when you've already made up your mind. It only makes you less persuasive.

When I was younger, Uncle Thiago was always worrying about me. He'd tell me: 'Jordi, you should leave Gran Faro. Leave Iberia.'

But he never told me where to go.

Ægir was always my homeland under the sea, but I had no way of approaching it. I'd never heard the voice of Ægir, or seen its cities.

But now, it's so, so close.

The Inquisition has approved your application, Jordi Fontanarossa. You will serve as an envoy of Iberia, and accompany Irene and Kal'tsit to the Ægir city.

Thank you, Maestro.

Don't thank me. This isn't a reward. Your work since joining the Inquisition has not been particularly good.

I chose Irene because she has already readied herself, even going as far as to renounce her long-standing faith.

And I chose you because you are still bewildered and frustrated. Your weakness will consume you.

Joining the Inquisition was a test. Returning to your homeland is another.

I... I understand.

(Agitated whinny)

—

This is the deepest part of the trench.

They hollowed out its sides to make their nest. That's why we never noticed it before, despite circling this place several times.

(Wary whinny)

Yes. I smell it too.

This scent... After destroying the ocean's native ecosystem, the Seaborn have created a new one that serves only them.

A comprehensive Seaborn ecosystem, where once it only existed in an oceanic abyss.

Return, Rocinante. I will carry on alone.

(Swaying its neck in annoyance)

The entire continental shelf has changed. I must know who churned these waves.

Tell the Knight to continue the hunt.

We will not be parted for long.

Ul... Ul-pian... Guh... Ul-pianus. Kin.

Finally. You have traveled far.

Here. Sufficient nutrients. Shed your cumbersome flesh.

Return. Grow. Migrate.

Hmph.

For you, I was born, Ul-pianus. Only for you.

I untangle your. Doubt. I guide you. Return to the embrace of we many.

Why did you migrate? Where will you go?

You still waver, Ul-pianus.

You must know we many, kin. You must know.

The genesezoic will soon awaken. The genesezoic must return. A new Cycle. Develop the ocean. Leave the ocean.

The genesezoic will awaken? Leave the ocean?

We many. See. A new path ahead. We hurry—

...What connection is there between you and the affairs of the city?