What Yesterday Wept, Today Doth Sing

Find a way out of the mist

???: Pero, pero?

???: I'm not exactly one for formal introductions, Pero.

Pero: Pero, pero!

Roccia: Uh... Hello, I'm Roccia. We've met before on Brant's ship. I was... in this box.

Roccia: This is Pero, the actual owner of the box. Pero takes good care of me and lets me hang out in it all the time.

Roccia: I've never seen Pero warm up to someone so quickly. It must be something in your frequency that it finds interesting.

Roccia: Anyway, what brings you to this beach? It's not exactly a place for a stroll.

You explain what happened to Roccia...

Roccia: So, you were attacked by that dragon and fell off the bridge...

Roccia: I'm guessing it was Abby who saved you. It probably exhausted itself and retreated back into your body to rest.

Roccia: I can still sense Abby's frequency, even if it's faint.

Rover: (What triggered Abby to come out? Something it could absorb? But then, why didn't it work?)

Roccia: Long ago, this place was a sacred spot for the Order's pilgrims. Then the Dark Tide hit, and all those Reverberations left behind twisted things up.

Roccia: The Remnant Clouds from the sea of clouds drew hordes of Tacet Discords here. Now, their whispers fill the air, turning this once holy place of pilgrimage into the "Penitent's End."

Roccia: This "Dragon of Dirge," is a local Tacet Discord. It grows by feeding on the others.

Roccia: We were supposed to pick you up like Ms. Carlotta planned, but... things went sideways.

Roccia: The truth Ms. Carlotta wants to show you lies somewhere on the isle.

Roccia: But this is not the best place to talk. The mist is thickening... and rain is coming.

Roccia: The mist is dangerous here. It traps Reverberations, and when it collects enough, they quickly form into Tacet Discords.

Roccia: The Captain—I mean Brant... He went into the mist to rescue people, but he hasn't returned. We think he might be in danger.

Roccia: I plan to go find him. Once I'm in the mist, my frequency will draw the creepies and crawlies away, so you'll be safer here.

Roccia: Just in case, take this to mask your frequency and defend yourself.

Roccia: It's easy to use. You want to see the upgraded version? Ta-da! Magnum Fireworks Pistol!

Roccia: But the mist is dangerous...

Roccia: Alright, fine. It's better you see it for yourself. I'll be glad you don't have to fend for yourself alone.

Roccia: See that lighthouse? It's the only safe place in the mist. We'll head there. Brant might have taken shelter there, too.

Roccia: Once we find him, we'll find the truth you're after.

Roccia: The area up ahead is where the sea mist is thickest.

Roccia: Try to avoid the "Dark Phantoms" in the mist. They could turn into Tacet Discords at any moment.

Roccia: Tacet Discords! Watch out!

Rover: What? I can't control my Forte.

Roccia: The high levels of corrupted Remnant Energy in the mist are disrupting our frequency stability.

Roccia: I can help with that. See, fighting here is a bad idea. Let's just try to avoid any threats for now.

Investigate the "Golden Phantom"

???: Come... Play with me... Look for me... I'm here...

Golden Phantom: Danger... ahead... Be careful...

Golden Phantom: No... Don't let them enchant you...

Golden Phantom: Over here... Come to me...

???: Come... Play with me... Look for me... I'm here...

Roccia: Don't worry. They're just Reverberations—potential Tacet Discords in the making.

Roccia: Some of them are actually our friends... We can follow them to find our way out.

Continue following the "Golden Phantom"

Rover: Did it lead us this way because it sensed the dragon?

Roccia: Possibly. Phantoms are sensitive to frequencies, so navigating the mist is second nature for them.

???: The game isn't over. Here... Come quickly...

Roccia: I think... I've figured out what they're doing.

Roccia: We'll be out of the mist soon.

Golden Phantom: Ah... Roccia... You found me.

Roccia: I'll always find you, but maybe don't do this again next time.

Golden Phantom: Why? Isn't this your favorite game... I... I wanted to play with you.

Roccia: I know, but as your friend, I worry about your safety.

Golden Phantom: My... friend...

Golden Phantom: Ah... How wonderful.

Golden Phantom: You're not alone anymore, Roccia.

Roccia: Yes, I have friends now.

Golden Phantom: I'm... so happy for you...

Golden Phantom: All is well...

Roccia: Golden phantoms are... Reverberations mixed with the frequencies left behind by people who've passed away.

Roccia: When someone dies, their Reverberations linger. Usually, they merge into the same cacophony of frequencies that spawns Tacet Discords.

Roccia: But sometimes, a trace of their final will remains, and the mist shapes this into phantoms.

Roccia: This lingering will helps the phantoms resist becoming Tacet Discords and instead guide the lost through the mist.

Roccia: If the mist clears, they'll vanish. If the mist lingers, their fate is sealed. It will only be a matter of time before they merge with other Reverberations and become Tacet Discords.

Roccia: Their final frequencies tend to cling to certain objects... like this Luceanite here. I collect them as proof that they once lived.

Roccia: Otherwise... the dragon will devour every last trace of their frequency.

Roccia: The mist is thinning. That stranded ship ahead looks like...

Investigate the Pilgrim's Sail

Rover: A Pilgrim's Sail? Why is it here?

Roccia: In Ragunna, those who break the law are sent to the Order Tribunal for sentencing. Those who violate the sacred doctrines are branded as Fools and sent away on the Pilgrim's Sail.

Roccia: It's said that when the first Dark Tide ravaged Rinascita, the first Primus followed the currents on a rickety boat and met the Sentinel in person. That's where the Pilgrim's Sail tradition came from.

Roccia: Now, the Fools retrace the Primus's journey, reflecting on their mistakes along the way.

Roccia: No Reverberations on the ship, nor in the mist...

Roccia: The people must have escaped, but with the mist this thick, we need to stay on guard.

Pero: Pero, pero!

Roccia: This way. Head to the lighthouse.

Roccia: I hear the sounds of fighting. Watch out. Tacet Discords are gathering.

Defeat the TDs

???: Looks like our brief intermission is over. Time to let the "ghosts" have their moment on stage.

???: Come on, then! Let the flames of battle ignite our souls!

Rover: Wait... is that Brant?

Roccia: Only Brant would call them ghosts with that kind of flair... It must be him, but I can't tell where he is in the mist.

Roccia: Anyway, let's deal with the trouble here first before we go look for him.

Find the source of the sound in the mist

Brant: The show's over, ghosts! Time to take your final bow!

Roccia: Watch your back.

Brant: A marvelous shot! You've earned your stripes, First Mate.

Roccia: You're welcome, but if you'd tilted your head just ten centimeters to the left, it wouldn't have been the Discord's head that got popped—it'd be yours.

Brant: Not on your watch. Besides, fortune always smiles on me. Except in bets.

Brant: And we've crossed paths with the Rover again! Can't get luckier than that!

Roccia: We shouldn't have let Rover get caught up in this mess.

Roccia: He was worried about us and insisted on coming.

Brant: To find the brightest truth, one must delve into the deepest shadows. Such bravery deserves to be hailed, my friend.

Roccia: Where is everyone on the Pilgrim's Sail?

Brant: I was patrolling the coast earlier when I saw their ship drifting into the mist. Time was against us, so I departed alone without alerting the crew.

Andreas: T-thank you.

Brant: Don't be afraid. You're safe with us. You've got some skill, you know, holding your own for so long in the trial against the Tacet Discords.

Andreas: Trial? Ha, I don't buy into the Order's nonsense.

Andreas: I've worked hard all my life and stayed true to the Order's teachings about forsaking earthly pleasures for divine favor. And what do I get in return? Heavier taxes.

Andreas: When pirates ransacked my merchant fleet leaving me with nothing, I turned to the Order for help. They said it was a divine trial and left me to rot.

Andreas: I stood before the Sentinel's statue, asking if my suffering was really Their will, but all I got was... silence.

Andreas: Why should I wait for peace in the afterlife when I could be living for today? How is that a crime?

Andreas: As for salvation... I don't believe in it, and I certainly don't need it.

Brant: Here's a proposal. How about joining our troupe?

Brant: We are wanderers adrift upon the seas. Or perhaps you're more familiar with the name—the Troupe of Fools.

Andreas: The Troupe of Fools? Could it be...

Roccia: Yes. We are, like you, by the Order's decree... marked as Fools.

Brant: Fools on the Pilgrim's Sail often meet their demise in a storm or they're swallowed by the waves... Even if they do survive, they still face hunger, thirst, and the unforgiving wrath of nature.

Brant: Maybe it's luck that brought you here so swiftly, and unharmed at that.

Roccia: Yes. The pilgrimage is nothing but a banishment in disguise. The path to salvation they speak of doesn't exist.

Brant: Otherwise, how could this once sacred place now look like such a hellish wasteland?

Andreas: Wait, sacred place? No wonder the others were talking about it on the ship. They believed the Order's promise that prayers at the Sacrificial Arena would grant them forgiveness... They must be heading up the mountain now.

Brant: I didn't expect their faith to lead them that far.

Roccia: If only they knew it was just one of the Order's lies.

???: Captain! First mate! We're here to help!

Roccia: More hands make light work. I called in some help to escort him back to the base once the mist cleared.

Brant: Ah, the first mate's foresight is unmatched! Then the three of us can head up the mountain.

Andreas: Please, save them... I hope it's not too late.

Roccia: Don't worry. There's more to our troupe than you think.

Roccia: This Wingray can fly us up the mountain.

Roccia: You two go first. You'll find I'm very convenient to bring along.

Brant: Alright then... All hands, prepare to ascend!

Roccia: Tacet Discords, incoming. Stay alert, everyone.

Roccia: These are human footprints. Looks like they're heading to the Arena.

Brant: This is the only way up. Let's pick up the pace.

Brant: Begone, you vexing wretches... The Sacrificial Arena is right there. Let's take them down in one blow.

Head to the Figurehead's Shrine

Devout Follower: Oh, Divinity above, please have mercy on me...

Devout Follower: Is this... some kind of test for me? I-I see. No matter how harsh the punishment, I'll take it. Even if... even if...

Brant: Even if... it means death?

Roccia: We've never done anything that warrants paying with our lives.

Brant: I'd wager mercy isn't on the table. However...

Brant: In the face of danger and adversity, the stage is set for our grandest act!

Roccia: Brant, you handle the Tacet Discords. I've got the dragon.

Brant: Of course, but with all due respect... shouldn't the Captain be the one giving the orders?

Roccia: Just playing to our strengths. Take it, or I'll spill the beans about your wine stash.

Brant: Aye, aye, First Mate!

Roccia: It's time to pay for what you've done, Dragon of Dirge.

Defeat the Dragon of Dirge

Abby: Of course! You think that lil' lizard could take me down? I just took a nap after eating its frequency. Hic...

Abby: But seriously, that was close! The fire it breathed almost singed your hair! Good thing I was here to back you up!

Abby: As soon as I realized it was a Tacet Discord, I went for it and ate its frequency. Piece of cake! But I gotta say, it was a pretty hefty bite.

Abby: That's not the point! The real deal is, I found something crazy in its frequency.

Abby: You said you somehow experienced empathy with a Tacet Discord back in Jinzhou, right? How about trying that again with this guy?

Abby: Trust me! This could be our big break!

???: Gehinnom, a wretched soul, mourned by none...

???: You are reborn to fulfill our sacred rite... Illuminate the path of salvation...

???: Become the fiery hand of judgment, purging all transgressions...

???: Cleanse every soul ensnared by their own indulgence...

???: Those who cannot withstand the trial by fire... shall forever be barred from our pure land...

Roccia: Tacet Discords' frequencies are perpetually fading, inching toward their end.

Roccia: Their only way to maintain their existence is to consume other frequencies as food.

Roccia: The Dark Tide and mist enveloping this isle have drawn in countless Tacet Discords. Their frequencies should have been enough to feed the dragon.

Roccia: If what you saw is true, then...

Roccia: The Order must've used some trick to control the dragon, making its frequency fade away faster than it should.

Roccia: That means they could be responsible for why the dragon began attacking all living beings, including humans...

Brant: In time, it ended up becoming a harbinger of death.

Roccia: ...

Brant: I found this during the previous battle.

Brant: Mm? So you know them too. Seems we have much to discuss.

Brant: Our troupe usually earns a living by performing on the nearby islands. Sometimes, we take on escort missions for merchant ships as well. That's how we first got acquainted with the Fractsidus.

Brant: At first, they were just lurking about, raiding ships. But as the Carnevale drew near, their actions grew suspicious. We noticed them lingering around a certain sea.

Brant: Remember Cetus the Tidebreaker, the creature that attacked you when we first met?

Brant: After we parted ways, we went searching for it to find out what had gone wrong.

Brant: This is what we found on its tail... another Lycoris.

Brant: Alas, the Tidebreaker slipped away into the deep, beyond our reach. Still, this bloom leaves no doubt. The Fractsidus is behind its strange behavior.

Roccia: They say the Carnevale is a ceremony to resonate with the Sentinel. Those who claim the Laurel may be graced with a miracle—a direct communion with the divine.

Brant: At first, we thought you were merely a curious traveler, intrigued by the Carnevale and our Sentinel. But now, seeing how far you've come, there's more to your quest, isn't there?

Brant: Our troupe has always sought the Laurel, and we won't sit back while others threaten the Carnevale. If they're your foes, then our paths align!

Brant: Remember I mentioned one of ours who once claimed the Laurel?

Brant: He wasn't with us when we first met. But once we reach our base, you can speak with him about the Sentinel.

Brant: It won't be long now. After such an adventure, a well-earned rest awaits.

Meet up with the Troupe

Brant: It is, my friend. We built this base from the ground up, and I dare say it's a triumph worthy of the ages.

Roccia: The mist does shield us from the Order, but it brings its own set of problems.

Brant: Precisely why we must tackle its effects without delay.

Brant: By the way, if you'd like to speak with Mr. Bardolino, our Laureate, you'll find his tent deep within the base.

Brant: Feel free to talk to the others while we handle our tasks. We'll catch up once we're done.

Morrias: Welcome back, Brant! I... I heard a lot of voices coming from the mist. It's scary...

Brant: Don't be afraid, Morrias. They're all friends from the troupe, people we've sailed with.

Brant: You said you want to be a captain, right?

Brant: Sailing has its own trials—sea monsters, storms, whirlpools, undercurrents, you name it. When such challenges arise, you've got to trust your helm and your crew.

Brant: They'll stand by you through thick and thin, and your job is to guide them safely through it all, till you reach the journey's end.

Morrias: I understand... Everyone has been so good to me, always looking out for me. When I grow up, I'll be a great captain and take care of them too!

Brant: That's the spirit, kiddo! You've already got the heart of a captain, and that's no small feat. You're the captain of your own ship!

Brant: Bravery like that deserves rewards. Here, take this.

Morrias: Wow, Captain Sparrow's Legends! Thanks, Brant!

Morrias: And... can I maybe have a sip of the stuff you like to drink? The Troupe Strength?

Brant: Ah, well... Ahem! That's a special brew for captains who've faced the fiercest storms. When you're ready, your own glass of Troupe Strength will be waiting.

Brant: It's a drink made of Waterlamps, fermented, distilled, and aged to perfection. Not for young ones, of course.

Brant: We brew it ourselves, each of us with our preferred strength. It's not worth much, but it's one of the few pleasures we can have here…

Brant: Those who did make it have their own dreams to chase.

Brant: Some will eventually leave to follow the call of their hearts, their silhouettes forever etched into the mist.

Brant: We hope they find their promised lands. The troupe may be a safe harbor, but it's certainly not the final destination of their journey.

Brant: We honor their names and stories in our plays, passing their legacy down through the crew.

Brant: Beriarti the Fire Eater, Toscanini the Night Watcher, Fernando the Fish Killer... Their stories remain vivid in my memory. One day, I'll compile them into a book. Mark my words.

Brant: When I was a boy, I saw the Sentinel's statue in the Cathedral of Mercury. Curiosity led me to point at the statue and ask, "How can you say it's the Sentinel when no one has ever laid eyes on it?" I didn't know the consequences that would follow.

Brant: That question earned me a pilgrimage. At the time, I thought it was some grand adventure.

Brant: On the Pilgrim's Sail, I was cared for by other Fools who shared what little they had and shielded me from the grim reality with their kindness and smiles.

Brant: But all I could do was watch... as they passed away, one by one. From that day forward, I swore to wipe away the tears of the innocent.

Brant: Every adventurer needs a rest, and every ship must find a port. For us, that meant finding a sanctuary.

Brant: Though the night may be long, the dawn always follows! That, my friend, is what we should set our sights on.

Flustered Troupe Member: First Mate! What should we do with these stage props?

Roccia: Load the light boxes on the heavy suitcases. Place the lights on top and secure them with chains. Keep the fireworks well away from the curtains.

Roccia: And don't forget to check the freshwater reserves and all cabin doors.

Roccia: Usually, the crew handles these jobs themselves.

Roccia: But since we're prepping for the Carnevale and working on stage setups, it's fair they ask for my advice.

Roccia: There, there. Don't be afraid...

Roccia: The frequencies mixed in the mist are unsettling Lario. I'm trying to calm it down so the crew can board.

Lario: *Soft, reassured noises*

Roccia: You really are special... The Echoes here are naturally drawn to you.

Roccia: Echoes can sense and respond to human frequencies. They reflect how we treat them, for better or worse.

Roccia: They're like reflections of who we each are.

Roccia: I've heard Lario's scientific name is Pliosaurus Somnii, an incredible creature first seen in the dream of its discoverer.

Roccia: It used to escort our ships across the seas, and then, of its own accord, became our stage. It has braved countless storms with us.

Roccia: Throughout our many travels, we've never found another like it.

Roccia: When I was young, much younger than I am now, I performed in a play that was banned by the Order.

Roccia: And... that was it. I was sent here with all the other performers.

Roccia: The play was about freedom, love, and hope. How could something so beautiful be considered taboo? I... I don't understand.

Find the troupe member Bardolino

???: Relax, young man. Life's only just unfurling its sails for you. Why sit there like one of those dour statues in the Order's halls? Don't be afraid to show a little spark!

Andreas: I... I was just thinking about my future. Is Ragunna truly lost to me forever?

???: Ah, some have found their way back, but under the Order's watchful eye. Is that really what you want? A life without freedom?

???: Listen, you don't need a grand stage to leave your mark. A true Ragunnesi can turn even a ragged tent into the finest theater. That's what I'm preparing to do.

???: I might be an old man now, but don't let that fool you. I was once crowned with the Laurel, you know!

Andreas: You? A-are you... Mr. Bardolino?

Bardolino: As I took my final bow on stage, a bright light pierced through the clouds, shining down from the sky. And then, a radiant Laurel descended upon me. And I heard a voice—it was the Sentinel's voice, ringing in my head.

Bardolino: I asked Them a question that had puzzled me since childhood, the ultimate philosophical riddle—"What should I eat tonight?"

Bardolino: And They answered, "The body is the temple of the mind. To keep your mind sharp, do consume healthy food, such as the Laurus Salad."

Andreas: But why did a blessed Laureate like you get banished by the Order?

Bardolino: Back when I won the Laurel, Ragunna was led by the Holy Maiden. She promoted all sorts of grand celebrations during the Carnevale, an unceasing tide of revelry...

Bardolino: Stages sprang up on every corner of the city, performances dancing through the streets, and shops adorned in vibrant hues. Even on rainy nights, you could still hear music playing in the square.

Bardolino: Some performers wove their critiques into their acts. Sharp as she was, the Holy Maiden noticed. She refined city policy with each whisper of dissent.

Bardolino: Ah, those were the golden days, my friend. The Holy Maiden once said that if she were to leave this world, she'd want no majestic tomb or a solemn funeral, but the grandest Carnevale as her final farewell.

Bardolino: And then... she really did leave us. The current Primus took her place, and in the name of "mourning the Holy Maiden," issued all sorts of bans on the Carnevale. But is that really what she would have wanted?

Bardolino: The Order's grip tightened, and the Carnevale performances were reduced to dull, monotonous shadows of their former selves.

Bardolino: One year, I strung a wire from a Gondola to the top of the clock tower in Liberty Square, and another from the tower to the Fisalia's mansion.

Bardolino: Then, I disguised myself as one of the La Guardia to fool the Acolytes and climbed to the roof along the wire...

Bardolino: Midway through the Order's performance, I hopped on a Wingray with a Cloudcaster, showering the entire city with flowers.

Brant: Yes, it was a magnificent sight. The Wingray soared higher than the Acolytes could reach. They couldn't do anything but watch golden-pink petals rain from the sky for three whole days.

Bardolino: But that's all in the past! To this day, I'm still not sure what crime they pinned on me. Maybe walking the wire without protection? Ha!

Bardolino: Anyway, I'm just an old relic now. But you lot, you're the main characters of this era, facing down every obstacle with fire in your bellies!

Andreas: But isn't our fate already sealed? Without the so-called "salvation" the Order preaches, we're doomed to our banishment. Just lost souls, dying in obscurity...

Roccia: Life is short, and we weren't born just to atone. The Order may banish us, but they can't take away our right to sing.

Roccia: Death is one of many possible ends, but it's certainly not the worst. Perhaps being forgotten is what the Order wanted for us.

Brant: They want to erase all traces of our existence, grind us into dust, and drag us into the abyss... But we'll fight the tide and live our lives to the fullest.

Brant: Members of the troupe may come and go, but they've never truly left us. Their deeds and songs are passed down through the ages.

Brant: One day, our voices will echo across every land, our words will reach every corner of the world, and by then, even the Tacet Discords in the Stormy Sea will know our names.

Bardolino: That's the spirit, boy! Even if I can't earn myself a proper title, I'll become Rinascita's most enigmatic legend. When I'm gone, I'll leave behind a coffin that sings, or maybe turn into a lark, singing every day and night...

Bardolino: Our little chat reminded me of those good old days, so why not relive that scene I just mentioned? I still remember that famous line: "Even without wings, we can still soar to the heavens!"

Bardolino: Now that you mention it, that's a very good question! Hahaha...

Roccia: That fight with the dragon probably messed with the mountain's stability. If Bardolino keeps moving around up there, it could get dangerous. We need to find a way to get him down, and fast.

Roccia: We might need your help with this, Rover... Pero should have some useful items in her box.

Roccia: We've got a Cloudcaster that can conjure up some fluffy Cloud Cushions. They'd make the perfect stairs to reach Mr. Bardolino, or catch him for a soft landing.

Roccia: But some of its parts have been borrowed by other troupe members...

Acquire the base of the Cloudcaster from Lavito

Levito: Oh, hello! I'm writing a sea shanty!

Levito: Did you know, Ragunna gondolier's songs are usually in 3/4 time. It matches the flow of water perfectly.

Levito: When they row, their strokes go "slow dip, quick lift," which fits that rhythm.

Levito: But for our troupe, we use a 4/4 signature with strong and weak beats. It's catchy and perfect for sailors to sing along to as we work together to tackle the waves.

Levito: The Cloudcaster... Oh, I use its base as a desk. Our first mate lent it to me so I could write more comfortably.

Levito: Here it is. Careful, it's heavy.

Acquire the resonance unit of the Cloudcaster from Tina

Tina: (Soft singing)

Tina: Isn't it obvious? I'm practicing for the Carnevale!

Tina: I'm the troupe's soprano and helmswoman. Steering Rinascita's Echo ship isn't just about strength, it's about resonating with the Echoes.

Tina: After years at sea, I've learned that some Echoes are sensitive to our songs and will react to them in different ways.

Tina: The Order warns of sirens lurking in the Stormy Sea's mists, but they don't scare me. I'll show them who the real siren of these waters really is!

Tina: Cloudcaster... Hmm, it does ring a bell.

Tina: Here, the resonance unit. It helps me find the right pitch and rhythm. Works like a charm! You should give it a try too.

Acquire the reel of the Cloudcaster from Battier

Battier: Me? Just prepping dinner. The storm's passed, so it's the perfect time for fishing!

Battier: Usually, yeah. But when we dock on an island, the captain and first mate will buy some other food from the locals.

Battier: Legal? Ha, who cares! We're not even a legitimate troupe according to the Order.

Battier: Back in Ragunna, I was just a fledgling fisherman when I accidentally caught an Orastie.

Battier: Turns out it's a sacred fish, only meant as an offering to the Sentinel. Mortals aren't allowed to catch it… but it swam right into my net! Not really my fault, was it?

Battier: Though, the Order didn't see it that way. They banished me here, like tossing a fish onto dry land.

Battier: Luckily, the troupe found me. I can still fish like I used to. Otherwise, I'd probably be dead or living as a pirate.

Battier: Though, to be honest, life here ain't too different from a pirate's, except we're not hunting for treasure but for smiles and cheers from our punters!

Battier: Yeah. I borrowed the reel for my fishing rod.

Battier: We scavenge all sorts of stuff from the beach and fix them up as needed. Nothing goes to waste! Don't be fooled by appearances, this stuff can be pretty versatile!

Roccia: Good, we have all the parts now. Time to work, Pero.

Roccia: Everything's set for takeoff.

Brant: Let's position a Cloud Cushion beneath Mr. Bardolino. Then, we'll pop the balloons to bring him down safely.

Brant: Although, we might need a bigger cushion.

Roccia: The Cloudcaster's resonance unit responds to song. The louder our singing, the more powerful the effect.

Brant: In that case… Alright, friends, old and new, come and join this sing-along!

Get into shooting position

Shoot the balloons to rescue Bardolino

Brant: Bullseye! How about showing off that aim again with the rest of the balloons?

Brant: Almost done...

Bardolino: Thank you, dear boy! You helped me complete this performance and fulfill one of my dearest wishes. Please, I'll gladly give you my most prized possession!

Carlotta: Apologies for my late arrival to such a magnificent performance. Did I miss anything?

Carlotta: You flatter me. The family's protection extends to all who stand by us.

Brant: Might I say what a pleasure it is to see you again, Ms. Carlotta! You have my heartfelt gratitude!

Roccia: Is everything going smoothly with your family, Ms. Carlotta?

Carlotta: Yes, thank you. The Order's scheme was uncovered as planned. Uncle Capollo was rescued, and GrandfatherHead of the Montellis has handled the rest.

Carlotta: You've got a sharp mind. No pain, no gain, as Grandfather used to say. I'm pleased we're on the same page.

Carlotta: I believe you've noticed that the Order has been undermining the family under the guise of its doctrines. Alienation, monopolization—just a few tricks up their sleeve. Their true motives, however, run deeper.

Carlotta: Their alliance with the Fractsidus speaks volumes. While we don't know the full extent of their conspiracy, one thing is clear: their sights are set on this year's Carnevale.

Carlotta: Rover, the Carnevale is likely where you'll find clues about the Sentinel.

Carlotta: Legend has it that the Sentinel, Imperator, has been secluded in the heavens, cut off from the mortal realm. The last record of the Sentinel is from the Carnevale a decade ago.

Rover: The mist might be coming from the Remnant Clouds in the Nimbus Sanctum. Lorelei has the power to purify and control them, but the Fractsidus interfered…

Roccia: Remnant Clouds corrupted by evil will disrupt Echoes' frequencies. If the mist had spread to the city, it would have stirred the Echoes into chaos.

Carlotta: We are lucky that you and Zani, along with that Acolyte, awakened Lorelei in time. You prevented the mist from spreading and averted the Waveworn. The Fractsidus must still be licking their wounds.

Rover: The Remnant Clouds spreading, experiments to turn Echoes, and the dragon's manipulation... The Order plans to recreate these disasters at this year's ceremony.

Carlotta: The Primus called it a divine punishment and took the opportunity to appear as a savior. A perfect way to build legitimacy.

Brant: The Order relies on the people's faith in the Sentinel. With the Sentinel's ten year absence, faith in the Order has waned. They must be desperate to restore that trust.

Carlotta: It is for this reason that the Order has been forced to revive the festival.

Carlotta: The current Primus claims to be the Enlightened One, the Sentinel's Resonator. However, based on the prophecy we found in the ruins, this role is meant for the young maiden who is destined to heed the divine oracles during the Carnevale.

Roccia: The Carnevale is the only time humans can directly communicate with the Sentinel. Normally, it's the Primus who conveys the Sentinel's words.

Carlotta: A successful Carnevale offers a chance for citizens to meet the Sentinel in person. But for the Primus, and possibly the Order, it poses a threat if they've been fabricating the oracles.

Carlotta: To sabotage it while still maintaining their authority... they partnered with the Fractsidus.

Roccia: The Fractsidus will cause chaos during the Carnevale, and the Order will swoop in as the saviors, restoring public trust just as they did before.

Carlotta: We have evidence that the Cetus is being manipulated, and the Fractsidus are setting up their final plan. With their whereabouts unknown, we'll need to adapt our strategy as the Carnevale unfolds.

Carlotta: From what I've noticed, you're not one to act passively or pin your hopes on others. You prefer to strike first and steer events in your favor.

Brant: Our aim has always been clear—to restore the Carnevale to its former glory with a performance for the ages.

Brant: If the divine truly exists, would they wish to see their people living without freedom or witness a festival twisted into a tool for tyrants?

Brant: If we win the Laurel, we'll show that such punishment is absurd. But if that's truly their design... we shall break those divine shackles ourselves.

Brant: Whether divinity exists or not, we will fight for Ragunna's freedom, where everyone has the right to live and pursue a future of their own choosing!

Carlotta: The Montellis share this vision. Only in a free society can a fair and open market thrive.

Carlotta: Thank you. I'm pleased we've reached an agreement once more.

Rover: Alright, what should we do now? Any plans?

Carlotta: Since the Order intends to sabotage the Carnevale and incite chaos amongst the guests, confronting them directly only plays into their hands.

Carlotta: You've seen the troupe's unique approach to combat, haven't you? That's precisely why we're allies with them. We will turn any disturbances into a theatrical performance.

Brant: Haha, I can see our friend here is still a bit confused. No worries, my dear boy. We'll have a quick rehearsal before the Carnevale begins.

Brant: Speaking of which, Ms. Carlotta, would you honor us by joining our performance?

Roccia: We don't know what challenges we'll face, so your help will be needed, Ms. Carlotta. Plus, it's a chance for you to get to know our methods.

Carlotta: If you insist.

Brant: Wonderful! As the festivities continue, if you're both ready, please join us on the stage of the troupe liner.

Board the liner and prepare for the rehearsal

Andreas: Honestly, I... I'm still not sure.

Andreas: The Order is only banishing the so-called "heretics" for now, but... will they really stop at this? I can't bring myself to imagine the possibilities...

Andreas: They control everything. Fighting them with our strength alone would be impossible.

Andreas: Maybe I should leave the troupe... Or perhaps I'll stay and gather strength here with others who believe in our cause.

Andreas: I share the troupe's ideals. We'll breathe freedom into Ragunna, a wind that will one day shake its walls of lies.

Brant: Our rehearsals are rather straightforward. No scripts, just pure intuition and our senses guiding us! That's what makes Commedia Improvviso truly come alive!

Brant: For our improvised comedy, we start with a theme. From there, we build our lines and act on the fly, responding to the unfolding show and audience reactions.

Roccia: But with the limitless capacity for human creativity at play, the plot can sometimes veer into the... well, unconventional. To prevent things from spiraling too far, we set an "anchor" for the performance.

Carlotta: Pardon my interruption, but I'm quite curious. What sort of bizarre plots have you encountered?

Roccia: Well, something like "A humble craftsman from a small town sets sail on a rainy night, stumbles upon ancient ruins, is reincarnated with super powers, and then decides to conquer the galaxy, becoming the Emperor of the Stars..."

Roccia: So, we draft a basic outline that assigns roles and guides the plot's direction.

Brant: This outline holds special meaning. We want to pay tribute to the play once performed by the Blessed Maiden herself, which was also about a hero facing a Demon King.

Roccia: Good people have their wishes fulfilled, heroes appear in a time of crisis, justice triumphs over evil, and united friends are undefeatable.

Roccia: This is the tale the Blessed Maiden once told, and it's a universal story we want to portray.

Brant: To me, the world is a stage, and performing is much like combat. Coordinated movements, quick thinking, sharp reflexes, and, above all, trust in your allies.

Brant: What I'm getting at is that you both are very skilled and capable. We don't have many dos and don'ts, so relax and express yourselves freely on stage!

Brant: This rehearsal is to help you get familiar with basic stage movements, techniques, and the troupe's style, and to build good rapport.

Roccia: Exactly. I'll handle the stage lighting, Brant will narrate, and the rest will take on the role of the audience.

Brant: If you're ready, let's begin! Everyone, a big round of applause to welcome the Rover and Ms. Carlotta on stage!

Invite Carlotta for the rehearsal

Brant: Haha, seeing your chemistry, I decided to take a little creative liberty with the story. Anyway, it didn't stray too far from the outline, right?

Brant: The thrill of improvisation is in its unpredictability. There's always a rush of excitement with every twist and turn.

Roccia: Your movements were seamless, elegant, and powerful. I'm confident you'll shine at the Carnevale!

Brant: You'll master it in no time, I'm sure! Alright, that's enough for today. Let's save the grand reveal for the Carnevale.

Brant: Oh, and speaking of which, there's still something we need to prepare for you, isn't there, Rover?

Roccia: You mean the essential item for the Carnevale performance?

Carlotta: Don't worry. I've taken care of everything.

Carlotta: I have a small gift for you. Let's head back to Ragunna together, shall we?

Meet up with Carlotta in Ragunna City

Nyarla: Take a look, darling. The Masked Reverie has every prop your heart could desire.

Nyarla: Or perhaps these don't quite tickle your fancy? Yearning for something a bit more... fantastical, mm?

Nyarla: A perfume grenade, a pistol ring, or... a luxurious velvet bomb?

Nyarla: What I crafted for Carlotta, I can certainly craft for you.

Nyarla: I have to say, the requests I've been getting recently... Ugh, so dreadfully uninspired!

Nyarla: A blade in the shoes? Boring.

Nyarla: A see-through mask? Tasteless.

Nyarla: A firework cane? Oh, please...

Nyarla: But you, mon chou, you wouldn't disappoint me with you request, would you?

Nyarla: Whispering Mask, Echo in Finery, Regal Songbird...

Nyarla: The names and titles the people in Ragunna have for me far exceed the roles I've ever played.

Nyarla: Oh, how many eyes have danced on this invisible shell, weaving tales of my true face?

Nyarla: You could say that their imaginations have given me a thousand different visages.

Nyarla: What about you? What am I in your mind's eye?

Nyarla: I sense that, from you, I might finally hear the truth I've been waiting for.

Follow Carlotta to Masked Reverie

Carlotta: Please, follow me.

Rover: Where are we going?

Carlotta: Ah, please allow me to keep that a secret for now—I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise. But here's a hint: you've been there before.

Go to Masked Reverie

Nyarla: Oh, dear Lady Carlotta, thank the Sentinel, you're finally back! I was just about to close up shop to prepare for tomorrow's Carnevale.

Carlotta: You have completed my request, haven't you?

Nyarla: Of course, Lady Carlotta. You should have more faith in my skills. Here you are.

Carlotta: A small token of my appreciation. Abby, I have something for you as well.

Abby: Wow, really? I get a gift too? You're so nice!

Nyarla: Ah, so that's why Lady Carlotta was so insistent on using only the finest materials and meticulous craftsmanship for this piece.

Nyarla: For a moment, I feared she'd lost faith in my skills and was plotting to hand over the shop to someone else...

Nyarla: But now, I see why this little creation was so important to you, Lady Carlotta. Hehe...

Carlotta: Nyarla, you do have a flair for dramatics. Ahem! Anyway, why don't you unwrap it?

Abby: Th-this is...!

Carlotta: I'm pleased you like it.

Carlotta: "The Carnevale is a splendid reverie, and the mask is its passport." May it help you navigate the Carnevale with ease and let you enjoy it to your heart's content.

Abby: We will, for sure!

Carlotta: May I take up a bit more of your time? Walk with me through Ragunna tonight. I have some additional information to share with you.

Follow Carlotta

Carlotta: Ragunna, the tempest's jewel, the sapphire that crowns Solaris...

Carlotta: The waters of Ragunna serve as a mirror, reflecting the countless faces of this city—much like our own reflections.

Carlotta: The people of Ragunna possess a temperament akin to the tides, ever-changing. We like to describe ourselves as drifters of currents.

Carlotta: For, to us, drifting is not a negative attribute. It speaks to opportunity, to potential. I find it quite charming, much like your name—Rover—seems to promise.

Carlotta: Our founders went with the flow and discovered these islands. Centuries later, the Montellis too drifted with currents, acquiring new technologies from distant lands.

Carlotta: There exists only one relatively safe route from the Black Shores to Ragunna—a path known solely to the Montelli family. As long as you stayed on this course, you were bound to encounter the troupe.

Carlotta: Our intentions might not be as grandiose or ominous as you think. We seek liberation, and to achieve it, we're pursuing the truth behind Rinascita's origins.

Carlotta: Legend has it that when people first arrived on this island, Genesis NexusThe first beacon in Rinascita was already here, welcoming them.

Carlotta: Terminals conjure up Echoes, and the Genesis Nexus allows the Ragunnesi access to Common Echoes.

Carlotta: If the Genesis Nexus was present when the first settlers arrived, who built it?

Carlotta: And really, if no one's ever laid eyes on the Sentinel, how can we be so sure that statue really represents Them?

Carlotta: No, we have no ambitions to rule or to renounce our faith. And really, this city should not be ruled by any one entity.

Carlotta: The hour grows late. I have arranged accommodations for you at Palazzo Agrotta in the south. Let us walk there together, and I can share a story along the way.

Carlotta: Think of it as a bedtime tale. I learned it from the troupe. It is about Fleurdelys, the Blessed Maiden.

Carlotta: Once, the Blessed Maiden was just a simple peasant girl. During the Sentinel's Gratitude Rite, the young Fleurdelys managed to sneak past the guards and drink the sacramental wine—every drop.

Carlotta: Perhaps it was the intoxicating wine in Egla Town or simply her lack of experience with spirits, but she soon found herself quite drunk.

Carlotta: Swaying on her feet, she ascended the ceremony's grand platform, lifted her threadbare dress, and began a rather ungainly dance.

Carlotta: Seizing the sacred horn, she played a carefree folk tune, dodging the guards and weaving through the crowd with surprising agility.

Carlotta: Remarkably, the crowd, as if drawn by an unseen force, followed her lead, transforming the solemn ceremony into a wild parade of cheers and revelry.

Carlotta: Naturally, the Order was less than pleased. The Pilgrim's Sail did not yet exist, so Fleurdelys faced three days of confinement. During that time, she used her prison walls as a canvas.

Carlotta: That unforgettable day of disordered revelry left a lasting mark on all who witnessed it.

Carlotta: Is it not remarkable? A rebellious girl, chosen by the Sentinel to become the Blessed Maiden.

Carlotta: If the Sentinel indeed permitted such a girl to serve as Their spokesperson, it suggests that all this joyous revelry is not something They disdain.

Carlotta: Perhaps They too enjoy poetry, painting, tears, laughter, romantic tales of knights, and dancing amidst crowds—much like ourselves.

Carlotta: The people of this island came from diverse civilizations now lost to time, but through plays and tradition, they sought to preserve memories of their heritage.

Carlotta: In the past, while the clash of cultures led to conflict, the Ragunnesi united through faith, restoring balance, even if precarious.

Carlotta: To maintain this unity, we have always needed both a Sentinel and a "play" based on a shared legend that gives us roles.

Carlotta: Yes, born from hope and idealism, it reminds the Ragunnesi of our initial vision of equality and freedom. It also affirms our true worth.

Carlotta: While the Order's true intentions remain unclear, we are certain their influence has already eroded the very foundations of our society.

Carlotta: People revere the divine figure the Order has constructed, yet they also live in fear of punishment.

Carlotta: Legends become accomplices in fostering ignorance, and faith becomes the loyal executioner of cruel punishment. An invisible cage has trapped us all...

Carlotta: Speaking of freedom within a cage is absurd. Fear and ignorance are our foremost enemies.

Carlotta: Rest well, and tomorrow, we shall take the stage together at the Carnevale.

Carlotta: Good night. May your dreams be sweet.

Check in to Palazzo Agrotta hotel

Concierge: Very well. I'll escort you to your room immediately.

Concierge: Understood. We will be ready for you when you return!

After all you've been through, your body aches for rest. As you sink into the soft bed, you let your thoughts settle and drift into a peaceful sleep, preparing yourself for the excitement and challenges of the upcoming Carnevale.

Abby: Wow! Is this real? Pinch me. I can't believe how different everything looks! So this is the Carnevale, huh?

Find Zani at the Carnevale

Anxious Customer: Ms. Margherita, is my order ready yet?

Impatient Customer: I was about to say, I've been waiting quite a while!

Margherita: Sorry, we're swamped with orders! Bakie and I are doing our best, but it's a bit chaotic. Bakie seems to be having some issues too.

Bakie: *Beep—Beep—*

Zani: No need to worry. Let me take a look.

Zani: Ah, I see. Bakie's just a bit overloaded with all the work. It might need a short break.

Zani: I'd love to, really. Look... see this mask?

Zani: However, it's crystal clear to me that keeping things running smoothly is a top priority right now.

Zani: Lady Carlotta has already briefed me on your plan. Along with the other family members, you can count on my full support.

Margherita: Get some rest, Bakie! I've got this covered!

Margherita: I'm giving it my all for the Carnevale. It's been ages since the last one!

Find Phoebe at the Carnevale

Onlooker: Is that C-MOSS from the Pioneer Association? Something seems off—why does he look sad?

C-MOSS: *Humph…*

Phoebe: Ah, C-MOSS has been so busy taking photos for everyone else that he hasn't had the chance to take any himself.

C-MOSS: *Humph!*

Phoebe: Oh, hello, Rover. Well, thank you. Yes... a photo would be wonderful.

Take a photo of Phoebe and Echoes

Fulmine: Ah, Rover and Lady Phoebe! I've been capturing the Carnevale's many beautiful moments! What brings you all together here?

Fulmine: Hmm? You took this picture? Look at that composition and lighting! Who knew you had a knack for photography!

Fulmine: Buddy, you look so happy! Whatever the reason, thanks for making this moment special!

C-MOSS: *Humph!*

Phoebe: It's all thanks to Rover. He fulfilled C-MOSS's wish.

Phoebe: The Sentinel cherishes Their people, and as followers, we find joy in witnessing everyone's happiness.

Phoebe: But we have our duties, ensuring order during the Carnevale. I'm sorry I can't join in the festivities.

Phoebe: I wish you a wonderful time at the Carnevale!

Meet up with Carlotta at the Liberty Square

Carlotta: For the Ragunnesi, the Carnevale has always been an occasion to revel with abandon. It's what they truly desire.

Carlotta: The family is prepared. They'll support our plan should the need arise.

Carlotta: We must remain vigilant. The Fractsidus may be lurking, observing our every move.

Carlotta: It's nearly time. The troupe should be arriving at the harbor shortly.

Carlotta: Excellent. We have the skills. Now it's all about improvisation.

Carlotta: It's only natural. It's your first show. If it helps, I'm a bit nervous myself. Let's consider it a rehearsal, shall we? There are grander stages yet to come.

Carlotta: Then let's cast aside all inhibitions and dance to the rhythm of this grand celebration!

Carlotta: I'll be waiting here for you.

Enjoy the Carnevale with Carlotta

Carlotta: Excellent. We have the skills, now it's all about improvisation.

Carlotta: It's only natural, it's your first show. If it helps, I'm a bit nervous myself. Let's consider it a rehearsal, shall we? There are grander stages yet to come.

Carlotta: Then let's cast aside all inhibitions and dance to the rhythm of this grand celebration!

Carlotta: I'll be waiting here for you.

Head to Phrolova's location

Rover: (That woman… she's with the Fractsidus.)

Rover: (I need to follow her and find out what she's planning.)

Chase Phrolova

Phrolova: Hehe, right this way.

Rover: (I've lost her again. Where is she trying to lead me?)

Continue following Phrolova

Examine the Lycoris left by Phrolova

Phrolova: Oh, what an honor to be remembered! Let's continue our conversation somewhere lively and grand, a place worthy of the Carnevale, not some dreary, dull corner.

Phrolova: No need to worry, I won't disrupt their little daydream. Besides, we still have business to do here.

Phrolova: Now that you know what makes the Sentinel so unique, you should know we seek the same thing. That extraordinary Resonator.

Phrolova: Now, now. Patience is a virtue. A story is best enjoyed with a captivating performance, and this stage is perfectly set for it.

Phrolova: We're simply spreading the truth through a tale. I'm certain it will pique your interest, so consider this a heartfelt invitation to you and your companions.

Phrolova: Join us, pour your essence into this endless play, and use your humble strength to defy the raging current of fate!

Carlotta: As anticipated, the Fractsidus is on the move.

Brant: Now, remember the rehearsal we did yesterday? All our preparations have led to this very moment.

Roccia: She intends to use those Lycorises to summon and control the Tacet Discords. If we destroy the Lycorises, we can neutralize them.

Zani: Everyone is in position. We'll manage the west plaza.

Zani: Phoebe is stationed at the east plaza, keeping an eye on things.

Roccia: I'll take care of the lighting and create the mood to make the performance stand out.

Brant: Leave that to me.

Carlotta: The curtain has been lifted. We can't keep our audience waiting.

Brant: Then...

Brant: Ladies and gentlemen! The grandest and most spectacular performance of the Carnevale is about to commence!

Brant: Let us give a warm round of applause as our actors now take the stage!

Defeat the enemies

Defeat the enemies summoned by Phrolova

Brant: An unending darkness cloaks the kingdom as monstrous beasts ravage the land.

Brant: The Holy Maiden has been captured by the Demon King, and chaos descends...

Brant: But lo! Two valiant heroes step forth, accepting the minister's quest, vowing to vanquish the beasts and rescue the Holy Maiden!

Brant: The heroes breach the first barrier, sweeping away the monsters within the city!

Brant: Now, they advance towards the Demon King's castle, where peril await at every corner... What trials lie ahead?

Proceed to the next stage

Brant: No wall can deter these free spirits, even the stars seem to cheer on their bravery!

Carlotta: Exercise caution. New enemies have appeared.

Brant: The Demon King unleashes its minions, long awaiting these audacious intruders...

Defeat the enemies summoned by Phrolova

Brant: They launch a fierce assault, intent on crushing the heroes and grinding them to dust...

Dodge enemy attacks

Carlotta: Don't confront them head-on!

Carlotta: Watch out!

Roccia: Now!

Brant: Ah! A sudden twist unbalanced the heroes, then at this crucial moment, a mysterious figure enters the fray!

Brant: A Divinity-sent emissary? Or a spirit from the shadows perhaps?

Brant: She seems moved by their passion and righteousness, see her join the heroes' ranks!

Demon King (Phrolova): Ah, how delightful! I await your challenge with bated breath...

Brant: It seems the Demon King anticipated the heroes' arrival and has gladly extended an invitation...

Proceed to the final stage

Brant: With unyielding determination, the heroes accept the challenge!

Brant: The Demon King reveals itself at last, exposing its hideous visage and sharp fangs. The final showdown is nigh!

Defeat the enemies summoned by Phrolova

Brant: The Demon King summons its foul army, poised for a climactic battle with the heroes... The victor will soon be revealed.

Brant: Amidst the clashing swords and the cries of the minions, the heroes face the Demon King—victory belongs to the righteous and the brave!

Brant: And now, we await the Holy Maiden's return...

Phrolova: And so we arrive at the "happily ever after," yes?

Phrolova: But we do not live in a fairy tale. There is no playwright to script a happy ending for us... What lies behind the curtain is but a cruel jest, a dark satire.

Phrolova: Let me reveal the truth behind that idyllic ending. The Holy Maiden has long succumbed to darkness, drawing power from a heretical force and leading her people into depravity.

Phrolova: And the minister, having uncovered this truth, has vowed to root out this corruption himself.

Phrolova: Ah, come now. Let us embrace the grand climax of this revelry!

Enter the space Phrolova created and witness the story's finale

Roccia: Don't worry, Brant will manage everything within the city and make sure that the performance proceeds smoothly as planned.

Carlotta: Let us proceed to meet that Fractsidus Overseer and deliver a flawless performance for the Carnevale.

Phrolova: "The wildcat has sounded thrice, and the hedgehog four. The peculiar bird sings—the moment is upon us."

Phrolova: O benevolent sorceress of realms unknown, I summon you. Grant us a just prophecy, and may fate favor us all.

Defeat Hecate

Hecate (Phrolova): My King, what halts your advance? You have already tainted your feet in the river of blood. There is no retreat.

Hecate (Phrolova): The path born of injustice must be fortified with further transgressions… The soul must be steeled in bitterness.

Hecate (Phrolova): Thus, I unveil my second prophecy to dispel all illusions—no mortal shall inflict upon you even the slightest harm.

Hecate (Phrolova): And assuredly, you shall find favor with your people.

Hecate (Phrolova): Defy destiny, mock both life and death, and rise beyond good and evil! Abandon all doubt, and grasp at unreachable hopes...

Hecate (Phrolova): Now, hear the third and final prophecy—pleasure born of violence shall end in violence.

Roccia: You should take center stage for the final bow, Rover.

Brant: Hear that? The thunderous roar of applause! It has been far too long! This is the true essence of the Carnevale!

???: Lord Arbiter… I have heard… thy call…

???: Lord Arbiter… I am ensnared...

???: Beyond the clouds and among the stars... thou shalt find an inverted tower suspended in the sky—I am there, watching over Solaris from above.

???: The Lost... doth wander briefly amongst thy kind...

???: Seek her out… She, too, doth move within the folds of this festival...

Nyarla: Well, well, if it isn't our Laureate for this year! How did you like the mask?

Nyarla: If you enjoyed it, don't be a stranger. Be sure to visit us more often! Hehe.

Nyarla: We're truly honored that you won the Laurel wearing one of our customized Masks. I must be the first to thank you for that. It's the best kind of publicity we could ask for.

Nyarla: This dream of ours is about to shine even brighter, all thanks to you.

Nyarla: Carlotta has really found a gem this time, hasn't she? Hehe...

Appreciative Citizen: Again! Again! That was a great show!

Astonished Citizen: Where do these actors come from, though? I heard the Montelli family invited them, but I've never seen them at the previous Carnevales!

Appreciative Citizen: How many years has it been since we last held the Carnevale? There must've been a lot of people preparing for this during these years, right? It's not unusual to see fresh faces we don't recognize.

Astonished Citizen: Hmm, makes sense.

Search for the mysterious girl in the crowd

Surprised Citizen: Did you see that!? There's no such thing as divine punishment. It's all a lie! That sea behemoth from ten years ago? Just a whale!

Awestricken Citizen: Yeah... Why didn't we think of that before?

Surprised Citizen: Probably because of the fog that year, and all that strange talk from the Order that had everyone on edge...

Awestricken Citizen: So then, the ghosts, the dragon, even the fog... Could they all be something else entirely?

Surprised Citizen: Yeah! What do you say we team up afterward and head out to the sea to investigate? Maybe we'll uncover some incredible secrets. And who knows? We might just become famous!

Thoughtful Citizen: Oh... Was that all just a dream? The sky was nothing like it is now...

Fully Immersed Citizen: I think it was just the "special effects" the troupe uses for the show!

Thoughtful Citizen: Is it...? But the effect felt so... real...

Fully Immersed Citizen: Well, their actors are clearly a bunch of Resonators. And with so many Echoes helping them, it's not impossible to pull off something like that.

Fully Immersed Citizen: Think of it as a dream! And honestly, there's nothing wrong with that. The Carnevale is supposed to be dreamy like that!

Fulmine: Hi Rover! Have you received the photo?

Fulmine: It was me who captured it—the moment of your grand curtain call! I've already sent it to you from my Terminal!

Fulmine: What an incredible show! I could practically feel the heat of it.

Fulmine: By the way, your performance... "Commedia Improvviso," right? What a bold and innovative style of acting...

Fulmine: When I get the chance, I'd love to make a documentary about your troupe... Wait, scratch that—opportunities are what we make of them, right?

Fulmine: I'll be working on the shooting plan soon, and when the time comes, I'd really appreciate your help in reaching out to the troupe.

???: You are…

???: No, never mind… Anyway, your performance was splendid!

???: I'm here for the Carnevale as well. It's been ages since I've seen something as grand as this.

???: I love hearing the laughter and cheers of a crowd, no matter the occasion.

???: Kind stranger, could you show me those final steps from your curtain call?

???: My name? It's… um…

Cartethyia: Fl… No, I'm Cartethyia… Yes, that's right. Cartethyia.

Cartethyia: Farewell, Laureate! I hope that someday, I might stand on stage with your troupe.

Carlotta: See who? Are you truly alright?

Carlotta: Cartethyia… I'll make a note of it.

Rover: There are still many unresolved questions regarding the Order and the Sentinel. We need time to sort through what we've gathered.

Rover: Rushing into action now might only alert the Order's spies and disrupt what we've worked so hard to protect.

Carlotta: You're right.

Carlotta: Cartethyia... I will have my family find out more about her.

Carlotta: If we find out anything, I'll contact you, and we can discuss our next steps together.

Carlotta: Until then, as you suggested…

Carlotta: Let's keep this Carnevale going.

Investigate the trace left by the mysterious girl

This is where the blonde girl stood. Even now, you can sense faint fluctuations in the air. You scan the surroundings, but the mysterious maiden has vanished, leaving no trace behind.

From Carlotta's reaction, it seems that no one but you can perceive her presence.

Who is she? Or what is she? Did she only show up for this year's Carnevale?

The path to answers will certainly be treacherous. But regardless, you possess the will, the determination, and the courage to seek the truth. These qualities will see you through.

With the crisis behind you, you and your companions spend the day basking in cheers and applause.

Later, back at the Palazzo Agrotta, you drift off to sleep, replaying the day's memories from the Carnevale.

Wait until noon (11:00-13:00)

Head to the family's safe house

Carlotta: Were you awake, Rover? I trust you had a restful sleep?

Carlotta: We have uncovered some new information about the Sentinel. Please join us at the family's safe house.

Carlotta: I have sent the address to your Terminal. Brant and Roccia are also here. We are awaiting your arrival.

Brant: Raise your glasses! Shout it loud, friends!

Brant: To us, to the Carnevale, and to our very own Laureate, Rover!

Brant: Hahaha! There you are, my friend! A compliment, if too subtle, loses all its charm!

Roccia: Don't be fooled by how he looks. Brant is already deep in his cups, drunk as a skunk.

Carlotta: Oh, let him enjoy himself. The taste of victory is still fresh, and after such a battle, we should celebrate to the fullest!

Carlotta: Drink your fill, everyone! This round's on me!

Everyone: HOORAY!!!

Roccia: A devout Acolyte wouldn't enter such a place without a good reason.

Carlotta: The Montelli family is known for its hospitality, but freeloaders... will not find us so welcoming.

Brant: Friends, let's keep the mood lively!

Carlotta: Come, let's discuss the information we've gathered so far.

Carlotta: During the Carnevale, you heard the Sentinel's voice and found a girl named Cartethyia. We've dug up some information on her.

Carlotta: In the Order, every high-ranking Acolyte is given a new name.

Carlotta: The family will uncover the truth. The only remaining clue is the "inverted tower" you mentioned hearing about from the Sentinel, but even that feels elusive...

Roccia: Judging by your expression, you must have discovered something new, right?

Carlotta: Do you recall what we learned from the stained glass in the Tower Ruins? There were two divinities at the dawn of Rinascita.

Carlotta: If one refers to the Sentinel, then the other, who could stand alongside Them, might be the Threnodian.

Carlotta: The two are undoubtedly linked, so uncovering one could lead us to the other.

Carlotta: Remember Gilberto, from the Fisalia family? It took a lot to get him to talk, but we finally got some information from him.

Carlotta: It's hard to believe, I know. But recent events have only reinforced what we discovered from the stained glass.

Roccia: The Fisalia family has been on this island since the founding of Rinascita, so their worship of the Threnodian may have persisted for centuries.

Carlotta: Rest assured, negotiation is what we do best. If necessary, we'll present them with an offer they can't refuse.

Quiet Acolyte: Excuse me for the interruption. Greetings, esteemed guest.

Quiet Acolyte: The Primus wishes to invite you for a conversation at the Cathedral of Mercury. Would you be so inclined?

Brant: How curious. Since when has the Primus become so interested in social calls?

Roccia: It could very well be a trap.

Carlotta: Remember, you're not alone. If anything happens, just let us know.

Quiet Acolyte: Very well, please follow me to the Cathedral of Mercury.

Go to the Cathedral of Mercury

???: Never before have I seen a day so steeped in both shadow and light.

???: The birds sing, the flowers bloom… yet this world knows neither true joy nor eternity.

???: Come closer, Righteous One, there's no need for hesitation.

Fenrico: I am Fenrico, the Primus of the Order of the Deep. Your deeds have reached my ears, and I have long wished to meet you. Alas, the burdens of this world delayed our meeting until now. I beg your pardon for the wait.

Fenrico: Please accept my respect for you—you and your troupe have shown great talent and ambition, breathing new life into Ragunna.

Fenrico: All mortals stumble, but through pilgrimage, they have cleansed their souls and atoned for their transgressions. They have earned their right to return to this divinely blessed land.

Fenrico: I understand that questions weigh on your heart. In the presence of a just Divinity, speak freely, and I will answer with all the honesty I possess.

Fenrico: You have walked a path similar to Theirs. Indeed, you have the right to meet Them.

Fenrico: However, due to the Dark Tide two decades ago, the Sentinel's body was gravely wounded and remains in a state of recovery.

Fenrico: If you wish to meet Them, I will convey your request.

Fenrico: Fleurdelys... She was the emissary of the Sentinel, and we are grateful for her contributions.

Fenrico: Do you know how the Dark Tide came into being?

Fenrico: In Rinascita, wars were waged in the name of faith, tearing apart the Sentinel as our faith divided, weakening Their divine power.

Fenrico: The Dark Tide's true essence is the divine blood shed from the Sentinel's wounds.

Fenrico: That tragic past left deep scars, and with Their divine power drained, They could not prevent the Dark Tide's surge twenty years ago.

Fenrico: The Blessed Maiden chose to martyr herself. She once again resonated with the Sentinel and, through her sacrifice, restored some of Their divine power, bringing an end to the Dark Tide.

Fenrico: Yet, the Sentinel remains in a state of healing and still requires a mortal representative. Following the Blessed Maiden's departure, I was granted new authority to cleanse the aftermath of the Dark Tide.

Fenrico: I received the Divinity's blessing and became the new Enlightened One. By Their will, I fulfill the tasks left unfinished in this world.

Fenrico: I swear, my words are without deceit.

Fenrico: I see in your eyes that you have walked further on the path of justice than I anticipated.

Fenrico: O dear Sentinel… please forgive my transgressions.

Fenrico: The Dark Tide brought us a bloodstained lesson. To keep our people from faltering, I bound myself to silence, locking away what I witnessed on that fateful day.

Fenrico: You must know that a being capable of rivaling our Divinity exists in this world—humanity's eternal adversary, the evil of all civilizations... the Threnodian.

Fenrico: As the Sentinel has Their Resonator, so does the Threnodian.

Fenrico: Fleurdelys was shaped—both body and spirit—by our ancient enemy. Her actions were intended to plunge this city into fear and chaos.

Fenrico: This is the truth I witnessed—Fleurdelys was the Threnodian's Resonator.

Leave the Cathedral of Mercury

Abby: How can that be? That Blessed Maiden... could she really be the Threnodian's Resonator? What if the Primus's words were a bunch of baloney?

Abby: But we saw Cartethyia following the Sentinel's instructions... They wouldn't mix up Their own Resonator, right?

Abby: Well, probably won't get any more answers from him...

Rover: All the clues we've gathered so far point to the Threnodian.

Rover: And the Fisalia family worships the Threnodian. We'll have to wait for Carlotta to arrange an audience with them.

Rover: Something tells me this Carnevale is just the beginning. There's more ahead, I'm sure of it.

???: Phrolova, you do have a knack for indulging in... pointless little chores.

Phrolova: Why, there's no rule against an actor making good use of the intermission.

Phrolova: Besides, I haven't disrupted your arrangement, have I?

Phrolova: "The one from a faraway land who discerns the truth dares to raise their sword against the divine. In response, the slumbering gods break free from their shackles, revealing their true forms..."

Phrolova: The possibility of the Second Resonance Awakening is now a certainty. So we just need to see if that special Resonator truly exists.

Phrolova: Was the Blessed Maiden a Resonator for the Sentinel or the Threnodian?

Phrolova: Or both? If so... Oh, a Resonator capable of wielding both powers... I am eager to see how this story ends.

Phrolova: Cristoforo, if you don't want to spoil the next act, I might have to give your carefully crafted plot a little nudge.

Phrolova: Speaking of which, Rover shines brighter than anyone else in your play. Do you find him interesting as well?

Cristoforo: Phrolova, it seems we walk different paths. I don't share your fondness for that sort of... puppet theater.

Cristoforo: I merely place the characters on their stage and they act out their fates, driven by their own volition.

Cristoforo: To remain courageous amidst absurdity, to pursue a spark of divine grace—this, to me, is the truest essence of humanity, don't you think?

Cristoforo: Even the most pristine cadence of death pales beside the untamed, fervent, and tenacious spirits of the living.

Cristoforo: In their journey, they resolutely overcome all obstacles: they pursue, they tear, they burn—simply because they desire to.

Cristoforo: I think you should leave your secluded mansion. Take a walk and listen to the voices scattered across the world.

Phrolova: …Perhaps.

Phrolova: From Huanglong to Rinascita, he has indeed added a few unexpectedly beautiful notes to my symphony.

Cristoforo: I am certain that, even without any direction, he will walk the path that destiny has laid before him.

Cristoforo: All things ascend towards a singular point of convergence, and what awaits at the end is... immortality.

Cristoforo: Before the tides of fate, we are all but…

Cristoforo: …humble servants.