Rinascita II Act VII

Dreamcatchers in the Secret Gardens

The Dreamer seals her heart and surrenders to a world of dreams beyond mortal sight. In this hidden realm built upon melancholy melodies, she walks a path of fragile hope and delusions without looking back. But the dreams she longs to realize have long been tangled up in shadow and deceit. Beneath the lofty facade of the Orchestrator, who seems to have everything, is but a wretched, pitiful soul, drowning in her own illusions. In the end, will this dream of blooming and withering be a sweet reverie or a haunting nightmare?

Quest List

Continue onward Defeat the enemies

Phrolova:

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Rover:

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Rover:

Where should we go next?

Phrolova:

To the top.

Phrolova:

Ambush.

Rover:

What is it this time?

Rover:

(More enemies here. We must be close.)

Phrolova:

That is...

Phrolova:

Hurry.

Fenrico:

I am the first, yet shall be the servant of all.

Rover:

Is that... the Dark Tide?

Phrolova:

It didn't work...

Fenrico:

I remain here to guide the lost and bring true peace to Ragunna.

Rover:

Fenrico can summon the Dark Tide creations?

Rover:

"From among the faithful, a powerful Harbinger shall arise, bringing both life and annihilation from the Dark Tide into this world..."

Rover:

He's the Harbinger!

Phrolova:

The Gem's power grows.

Fenrico & Leviathan:

Salvation, Ascension, and Unity. This will be the one true path.

Fenrico & Leviathan:

Dry bones, hearken unto my words. I shall cause spirits to enter thee, and thou shalt live again.

Rover:

Fenrico, stop! The Threnodian is using you! You are the Harbinger of the Dark Tide!

Fenrico:

Absurd! I stand against it. How could I ever be its puppet?

Fenrico:

O Sentinel! Return the souls in darkness to this world! Let all wills be made one!

Phrolova:

The Gem… is fleeing into the Dark Tide?

Fenrico is awakened by the visions of his predecessors appearing in the lantern's light. After regaining consciousness, Fenrico exhausts his powers to seal the gateway to the Journeying Paradise, blocking the Dark Tide. With the Threnodian's residual energy separated, you and Phrolova both race for the Gem. You tell her that the dead cannot be brought back and she should abandon her fantasies. Phrolova scoffs at your words, calling you the stubborn one and scorning your inability to step beyond the boundary that death has placed upon the human soul yourself. Unable to convince each other, the rivalry between you and Phrolova continues.

Fenrico:

My predecessors... What you taught... I...

Fenrico:

"The path born of injustice must be fortified with further transgressions…"

Fenrico:

Hah, no, even with the body perished, hope and salvation shall endure.

Fenrico:

Righteous One, please, save Rinascita's souls from the Paradise...

Rover:

Your plan won't work.

Phrolova:

Says the one who hasn't witnessed the years, the failures, the countless attempts I've made. What gives you the audacity to pass such judgment?

Rover:

You've already tried everything! Can't you see? The path you're on only leads here, nowhere beyond.

Phrolova:

Among thousands of paths, surely one will lead me back to them.

Phrolova:

And even if I'm wrong... I fear not starting over. I've done it time and time again.

Rover:

What meaning is there in chasing something that's neither realistic nor attainable?

Phrolova:

I know they're there.

Rover:

Those fading Reverberations did not, and cannot, return to life. No matter how long you hold onto their frequencies, the result will be the same.

Rover:

The villagers are dead. What you've created are Tacet Discords. If you continue turning the entire town into that... you're not creating a paradise. You're creating a hell.

Phrolova:

"The villagers are dead..."

Phrolova:

So, you saw them in their human form.

Phrolova:

Then how can you claim my goal is unattainable?!

Rover:

It's what they forced on you. And the Triss you saw? Fleeting, unstable, an illusion. And yet, you still believe everything they say can become real?

Phrolova:

The Fractsidus showed me a way forward.

Phrolova:

Even if they have their own motives, even if we're only using each other... I care not.

Phrolova:

If they can help me take this step, then another step may follow. And another. No matter how steep the price, I'll pay it, step by step, until I reach the end I seek.

Phrolova:

Love? Sincerity? Compassion? Trust?

Phrolova:

What you and your cronies hold dear is but a jest to the Fractsidus. No bond lasts forever. Without true loyalties, there can be no betrayal, no deceit.

Phrolova:

I no longer buy into such illusions.

Phrolova:

After all, even if you believe with all your heart, even if you wait patiently at a crossroads...

Phrolova:

The one you're waiting for may have long since forgotten you. Forgotten the promise they swore to keep.

Phrolova:

I waited. For a long time.

Phrolova:

I won't wait anymore.

Phrolova:

What was once an unforgettable encounter between us can now be the thread that weaves a paradise for "them."

Rover:

You've gone too far.

Phrolova:

Heh, you're one to talk. How amusing.

Phrolova:

You, with your long life and its endless possibilities, still choosing to start over, even at the cost of all your memories?

Phrolova:

The irreplaceable bonds, the emotions that make us human, are the brightest lights and most precious treasures in our fragile existence.

Phrolova:

What madness, what cruelty, what impossible goal would drive you to cast them all aside?

Phrolova:

You've gone further than I ever could.

Phrolova:

Perhaps you believe more than I do that only in endless time can true, eternal perfection arise. That only then will a brave new world arrive.

Phrolova:

We walk different paths, yet in the end, we are both driven by the same madness. Why argue who's fallen further?

Phrolova:

The only difference is that... you've forgotten it all.

Rover:

You never understood the true value of human life.

Phrolova:

Nor have you stepped beyond the boundary that death has placed upon the human soul.

Phrolova:

Hehe...

Phrolova:

...

Phrolova:

So, this is our finale.

Phrolova:

I'm sorry.

Phrolova:

I've come home.

In his last moments of consciousness, Fenrico reminds you that the Threnodian's residual energy isn't the real problem. Rinascita's woes lie in the "Journeying Paradise." He hopes you can prevent this impending calamity and save Rinascita. With this new information, you cease your search for the Threnodian's residual energy and instead plan to return to Septimont for further investigation. As you take one last look at the Fabricatorium of the Deep, wondering what to do with it, a Lycoris suddenly catches your eye.

Rover:

(Fenrico spoke of a... Paradise. What does it mean?)

Rover:

(And "save Rinascita's souls"... Was he pointing to the source of the anomaly in Rinascita?)

Fenrico:

I heard curses... not loud, but deep... I deserve them.

Fenrico:

Soon, It will gather enough strength to herd the people and drown Rinascita beneath the Dark Tide.

Fenrico:

The Gem isn't the true heart of the problem. The false Journeying Paradise has created an illusion of everlasting peace, hiding the real source of the catastrophe.

Fenrico:

I will remain here to stem the Dark Tide's spread.

Fenrico:

Now, I can sense it clearly. The fluctuations from the Paradise are not in Ragunna, but in Septimont...

Fenrico:

I cannot reach that far. I must rely on you to go, find, and solve the crisis there. Only then can those who abandoned their faith save their homeland.

Abby:

Phew, that was exhausting...

Abby:

I can't believe it! That gate sent me to some lab so, so far away!

Abby:

Finally made it back... So? What happened after that? Did we win?

Abby:

What? What should we do now? Let's track them down!

Abby:

Huh? What's the bigger deal?

Rover:

We were after the Gem to find the source of the anomaly in Rinascita.