What Burns Beneath Frostlands

Follow Lynae to Startorch Academy

Lynae: Welcome to Startorch Academy, Rover!

Lynae: Let's get your Terminal registered at the Resonance Nexus. Since you don't have a Frequency Cassette Recorder yet, just upload your info. That'll give you campus access and a permit for a vehicle.

Rover: (Now that I'm inside the campus, the frequency fluctuations in the space seem to have stabilized?)

Lynae: You seem a little off. You sure you're good to go?

Lynae: Alright, infirmary it is. A lot of freshmen get frequency disruptions from the Void Storm when they first arrive. And you? You landed in an active Voidworm zone. On top of that, I... kinda hit you.

Rover: An active Voidworm zone? What were you doing in a place like that?

Lynae: I'm sorry! It's... complicated. Could you keep this between us? If the teachers find out I skipped class, went joyriding, and hit someone. Ugh, my record can't handle another strike.

Lynae: Oh, uh, excuse me, I gotta take this.

???: Lynae, where did you run off to? I called you so many times, left messages, but you didn't answer! Don't tell me you forgot what day it is!

Lynae: Today? Let me check my memo... Professor Alesev's group project report! Oh no, please tell me it's not today!

???: LYNAE—

Lynae: Mmm... okay! I'll meet you at the infirmary when I'm done!

Lynae: You sure you're alright? I wasn't exactly going slow back there, but you don't seem fazed at all.

Lynae: Ugh, sorry. I mean, your reflexes are impressive. You reacted fast.

Rover: I'm fine. Your brakes kicked in just in time.

Activate the Resonance Nexus

Rover: (Life here sure is colorful.)

Head to the infirmary

Read Chisa's WavesLine message

Rover: Abby, how are you feeling?

Abby: I'm fine. Just a bit winded after grappling with that big ol' grub.

Abby: Are we gonna head straight to the infirmary?

Rover: Yeah, but we can check out the campus on the way there.

Head to the infirmary

Abby: Sniff Sniff. Hmm, your frequency's calmed down a lot, but what you lost still hasn't recovered.

Abby: That Voidworm must've snatched it! It smells like a Threnodian, just like that big eyeball!

Rover: The Academy's been here a long time. They must have ways to deal with the Threnodian. We might even get some help.

Rover: And that girl who appeared out of nowhere... Her voice was like the one I heard over the radio in Honami City. Maybe it was her.

Abby: Really? Maybe she's in Lahai-Roi now. Should we try to find her?

Rover: Let's focus on fixing my fading frequency first. We can keep an eye out for her in the meantime.

Rover: (As for Lynae, she's hiding something, but I've got bigger priorities right now.)

Rover: (First, I need to get my bearings here.)

Lynae: So what's your true story, Rover from the Black Shores...?

Lynae: Figures. I was being watched. The group project nearly killed me, and now this...

Lynae: From here on out, things'll get busier.

Chisa: ...Ah, Rover! Finally!

Chisa: After the spatial tunnel, all I could do was wait! And I couldn't even contact the Black Shores. It's been days.

Chisa: I thought maybe...

Rover: There were complications. Took me a while to get here.

Chisa: Phew... I'm just glad you're safe.

Rover: When you came through, did you notice anything strange?

Chisa: Strange? Not really. I felt a little dizzy, but otherwise, it was normal.

Rover: (So I was the only one pulled into that strange dimension...?)

Chisa: Rover? Are you alright?

Rover: I'm fine. How about you? How have the past few days been?

Chisa: I met my family. They're... alive.

Chisa: You know, when I finally saw them, it really sank in. For me, it's been months. For them, I've been gone for over twenty years.

Chisa: Yes, you're right!

Chisa: Honestly, that's more than I could've hoped for. It feels like a miracle.

Chisa: I'll adapt. Reconnect with my family. Catch up on schoolwork. Fill in the lost years...

Chisa: I will. And if you ever need anything, I'm here. I don't know how much help I'll be, but no matter what happens, I'll be wishing you the best.

Get a medical examination at the infirmary

N.A.N.A.: Greetings. Are you feeling unwell? Or would you perhaps be interested in hearing one of N.A.N.A.'s health tips?

Lynae: Nurse N.A.N.A., you're going to creep out our precious new student.

Lynae: But he didn't even flinch facing that Voidworm. He's probably the type not easily spooked.

N.A.N.A.: Hmm, I can see that. Calm, just like little Lynae.

N.A.N.A.: So, little Lynae, need another sick note today? What's your reason this time? Stomachache? Headache? Twitchy eyelid? Palpitations? Or...

Lynae: Yup! Came straight here after finishing my project report. I just couldn't relax until I saw your full check-up results.

Lynae: Uhh, well, that's right! He tripped and fell, and I happened to be passing by on my bike, so... I brought him here right away!

Lynae: Ah, right! Rover hasn't officially enrolled yet, so his Cassette hasn't been assigned yet...

N.A.N.A.: My, my... First time I've seen a student visit the infirmary before even enrolling. But don't worry, we'll start the examination right away.

N.A.N.A.: Vital scan initiated—temperature normal. Rabelle waveform stable. Minor scratches detected...

Lynae: Well, if Nurse N.A.N.A. says so...

N.A.N.A.: I see... Rover, please follow me this way.

N.A.N.A.: Little Lynae, aren't you going back to class?

Lynae: Oh... I want to stay until the results are out.

N.A.N.A.: Don't worry. I've already informed Dr. Herssen. He just finished his rounds and will be back shortly.

Go through the medical examination

N.A.N.A.: Please take a seat here and close your eyes.

???: ...What's the situation? Hm, the results are out? Let me see...

???: ...A Bloom Bearer of the Black Shores, brought in by recommendation? Quite the... interesting entrance.

Luuk Herssen: Hmm... Well, according to the report, your frequency is a bit unstable, but it's settling down now. Nothing to worry about.

Luuk Herssen: As for the frequency loss, though... I'm sorry, I can't track the exact source. The Research Institute might have a more thorough scan for that.

Luuk Herssen: I will say, charging off into a Void Storm without proper protection isn't recommended. The students I saw earlier... Heh, they risked everything for a little research data.

Luuk Herssen: We always stress that life comes first, but... there's something about this Academy's spirit that makes people throw caution to the wind... Students, teachers, it's hard not to worry sometimes.

Luuk Herssen: Ah, sorry. Got off track. I just mean, stay sharp until you understand what you're dealing with.

Luuk Herssen: Freshman.

Luuk Herssen: Well, let's get that Cassette burned, shall we? It'll make getting around much easier for you.

Luuk Herssen: And if you feel unwell or run into problems, don't hesitate to come find me. Whether it's school, daily life, or something you can't put into words... I'm always here.

N.A.N.A.: Dr. Herssen, a Synchronist at the Rabelle College has fallen unconscious. Requesting medical assistance.

Luuk Herssen: Understood. I'm on my way.

Luuk Herssen: Well then, see you later.

N.A.N.A.: Dr. Herssen, isn't "see you later" a bit odd for a doctor to say?

Luuk Herssen: Heh, you're right. Let me rephrase that... May things go well for you.

Luuk Herssen: Welcome back.

Rover: ...

Lynae: How'd it go? Are you alright? Any problems with your results?

Rover: I'm fine.

Rover: By the way, this Cassette you've all been mentioning... What is it?

Lynae: Oh, the Cassette! Every new student gets one burned. It's a... special device used here in Lahai-Roi. Sort of like an ID and safety device all rolled into one.

Lynae: You'll need access to the Research Institute to get one. And, well, that means you've gotta be officially enrolled first.

Rover: Okay, let's get that done first.

Lynae: Got it! Enrollment is handled at the faculty office. I'll take you there.

Enroll at the faculty office

Lynae: Hold on. Let's pause here for a second.

Senior Professor: Voidworms have been unusually active lately. We really need to finalize a countermeasure soon. How's the Defense Array holding up?

Young Professor on Duty: It took heavy damage in the last major Void Storm. The Department of Engineering is pushing extra manpower to repair the "lure" device.

Senior Professor: We need to restore remote control of both the Defense Array and the lure device, and fast. If not, we'll be at a serious disadvantage.

Senior Professor: Worst case, we'll have to send a suitable Resonator to handle it manually.

Young Professor on Duty: But that area is too close to Voidworm territory. It's too dangerous. Professor, we can't gamble with the safety of our faculty and students.

Senior Professor: I know. That's exactly why we must learn the cause of this Void Storm cycle's irregularity. I've only seen readings like this in simulations.

Senior Professor: I have a meeting. Please excuse me.

The professor, looking a bit weary, hurries off with an armful of documents.

Lynae: Looks like they're done talking. Let's head over.

Young Professor on Duty: Hm? Do you need something? Ah! Lynae, you skipped your Cultural Studies class again today, didn't you?

Lynae: Ugh, darn it, I almost forgot... Ah, that's because...

Young Professor on Duty: You're always skirting the minimum attendance requirement. Keep this up, and only perfect scores in every subject will save you.

Lynae: Understood. Three subjects left. I'll do my best.

Young Professor on Duty: That's not the point. Lynae... Never mind. What brings you to the office?

Lynae: Ms. Voss, I'm here to help him get enrolled. He's new here and still getting familiar with the place...

Ms. Voss: Let me check... Yes, you're on the list of new students who haven't reported yet, and you passed the Synchronist Test.

Ms. Voss: Ah, so you're a Black Shores recommendation. That explains how you made it here during Void Storm season.

Ms. Voss: Alright, identity confirmed. First, you'll need to register your personal information, then take an ID photo for your student card.

Ms. Voss: If you have any questions, feel free to ask anytime.

Ms. Voss: As for Lynae...

Lynae: Ahem, it's recess right now. I'll take him through enrollment and give him a quick campus tour while we're at it.

Ms. Voss: Ah, you... Fine, if you insist, I'll leave it to you.

Lynae: Leave it to me! Alright, freshman. Let's get you enrolled.

Register your personal information

Lynae: First up... Name. Just input it right there.

Lynae: Your class will be assigned automatically. New students usually start in the Preparatory Program, but since you passed the Synchronist Test, you'll be placed straight into the Rabelle College.

Lynae: Since you're joining mid-term, a lot of things aren't ready yet. That's what happened to me too.

Lynae: Don't worry! Those will come later.

Talk to Ms. Voss

Lynae: Absolutely. That card's your lifeline. It gives you access to gates, the cafeteria, even hot showers. Lose it, and you'll be roughing it.

Ms. Voss: That said, if you're fine with missing out on these little conveniences while waiting for a replacement, I suppose it's not that bad.

Ms. Voss: Our goal with the Exostrider is to take on the Threnodian causing the Void Storm. You know about it, right?

Ms. Voss: The Exostrider... Even after all these years of research, no one knows which civilization built it.

Ms. Voss: Some think it shares the same origin as the Sentinels, but no Sentinel has ever confirmed that.

Rover: (Same origin as the Sentinels? I haven't gotten that feeling. Maybe it's too far away?)

Rover: Where is the Exostrider?

Lynae: Not here. But you saw that giant sword, right? That's its weapon, keeping Threnodian "Aleph-1" contained beyond the Stridergate.

Ms. Voss: We've collected enough Exostrider components to build exclusive simulator cockpits for Synchronists.

Ms. Voss: With training and fine-tuning, you'll boost your synchronization rate with the Exostrider. That'll be one of your key courses going forward.

Rover: Sounds like you're attempting... some sort of artificially induced Resonance?

Ms. Voss: It's a multinational project. It's inevitable some New Federation methodologies get in the mix.

Ms. Voss: When I say you can trust us, I mean...

Ms. Voss: It's safe. The whole project passed the Black Shores' safety evaluation. All the nations involved approved it as well.

Lynae: Teach, don't you have another class?

Ms. Voss: I do. And you, young lady, if you know the schedule so well, why aren't you on time for your classes?

Ms. Voss: Well... welcome to Startorch Academy. With your student card, you can now burn your Cassette at the Research Institute.

Ms. Voss: Miss Lynae, if you have time, take our new student there.

Rover: How do we get to the Research Institute?

Lynae: Usually, I'd take the Startorch Express or get my own ride...

Lynae: Since you're now officially a Startorch student, you get an Academy-issued vehicle. Rare chance, wanna give it a try?

Rover: You bet.

Lynae: Alright, let's go pick up your ride!

Lynae: Mr. S.I.G.M.A.! I've brought the Ninth Great Mystery to pick up his vehicle.

S.I.G.M.A.: Zero tolerance for traffic violations. Zero tolerance for risking lives. Signal Intelligent Guidance & Management Automaton—S.I.G.M.A.—at your service.

Lynae: Huh? That's it? Pretty underwhelming intro today.

S.I.G.M.A.: This week's student poll ranked it number one. Miss Lynae, perfect timing. I noticed that your vehicle has...

Lynae: AHEM! Mr. S.I.G.M.A., we're here for the new student's ride. We need to get to the Research Institute for Cassette burning. Top priority, you know.

S.I.G.M.A.: Please complete your signature in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Confirmed. Safe travels.

Lynae: Great. Let's go!

S.I.G.M.A.: Please wait. Resuming dialogue. Scans indicate your vehicle has had thirteen speeding incidents within the last twenty days. Drive safely and comply with the Academy's Traffic Safety Rules.

S.I.G.M.A.: Additionally, your unauthorized modifications fall into a gray area of the Vehicle Management Code. For your own safety, I strongly advise discontinuing all such modifications.

Lynae: Ahem, Mr. S.I.G.M.A, all I did was add a turbocharger, tweak the suspension, and upgrade the brakes. Hardly a violation, wouldn't you say?

S.I.G.M.A.: I must note that the student committed major Vehicle Management Code violations and breached dozens of school regulations. Severe disciplinary action was taken.

Lynae: ...Which was revoked when he brought back critical Voidworm data.

S.I.G.M.A.: Hm—

Lynae: Now's our chance. Go, go!

Head to the Research Institute with Lynae

Lynae: The weather's really nice today.

Lynae: Yeah. Not bad, huh?

Lynae: But honestly, it's been ages since I last raced with someone else. Getting to take you for a ride like this? Makes my day!

Rover: You like racing that much?

Lynae: Uh-huh. The roar of the engine, wind in my face... It's like I've got my destination and I'm the one calling the shots.

Lynae: Yeah. I mean, you've only got one life, right? Might as well live it the way you want. When to brake, hit the gas. Hell, even the paint job of your ride. Doesn't matter if you're a normie or a Resonator, everyone should have that choice.

Lynae: That's what Startorch Academy is to me. Before I came here, I never imagined a place like this could exist. Full of people so pure, so driven...

Lynae: With the resolve to burn in the search for answers. With the belief they can actually end the Void Storm and the Threnodian... and maybe break through the Etheric Sea to find what true freedom really looks like.

Lynae: It's beautiful, isn't it?

Lynae: Watching them chase their dreams… It's hard not to want that for yourself.

Rover: But you're already a student here. You have what it takes to chase your dreams too.

Lynae: Yeah, you're right.

Lynae: …But I've gotta say, things are plenty good enough right now.

Lynae: Ah, almost forgot—

Lynae: Welcome! You're now officially a Startorch Academy student!

Lynae: Time flies. Feels like I just got here, and now I'm a second-year. Hehe, you could call me Miss Lynae, if you want.

Rover: Well then, pleased to meet you... Miss Lynae?

Lynae: ...

Lynae: Maybe just stick with Lynae, haha. Not really used to the whole formality thing.

Lynae: All right, let's get moving! Time to hit the road!

Lynae: Woohoo—!

Lynae: Keeping up with me like this... You're pretty good at driving, aren't you?

Rover: Piece of cake.

Lynae: Ah, here it comes! One of my favorite tunnels! Stay close!

Continue to the Research Institute

Lynae: Hm? This isn't normal...

Lynae: Whoa, watch out!

Avoid the obstacles inside the tunnel!

Lynae: Phew... That was a close call. I'd better report that mess back to the Academy.

Rover: Does this happen often?

Lynae: Yeah… But it's still kinda weird. Normally, the maintenance bots clear stuff up pretty quick.

Lynae: But seriously, your driving's amazing! You were smooth as butter dodging all that!

Head to the Research Institute platform

Rover: Lynae?

Lynae: What?

Rover: Something on your mind?

Lynae: Not really. Just… on the way here, I thought I saw more Void Storm zones than usual. Makes you wonder.

Lynae: But that's not for me to worry about. Priority's getting your Cassette burned.

Lynae: Look over there—

Lynae: Yep. They connect Lahai-Roi to the surface frostlands. But with all these Void Storms, surface trips—except for the supply runs—are on hold. Every train turns back here once it reaches the Institute.

Lynae: Well, my mission's done. Once you're inside, someone will take you to the Cassette burning room.

Lynae: If you have questions, find Professor Mornye. She looks aloof, but trust me, she's cool. And she's one of the few willing to race me.

Lynae: Don't sweat it. It's the right thing to do. When I first arrived, the seniors showed me the ropes, just like this.

Lynae: Go on! When you're done, I'll give you a tour of the campus.

Lynae: Well, time to take care of my own business.

Take the Startorch Express to the Research Institute

Ask the staff for help

Busy Researcher: Of course… This should lower the margin of error to the minimum… Oh, sorry? Cassette?

Busy Researcher: Cassette Depository is just through the portal over there.

Busy Researcher: Oh no, what was that verification method I just thought of...

Follow the directions to the Cassette Depository

Enter the room

Search the room

Faint Echoes: This is the torch of civilization and the future. Chin up. One day, we'll touch the Etheric Sea… and the universe beyond.

Faint Echoes: The cafeteria menu's not bad this week. What do you say we...

Faint Echoes: *Bzzt*—Leave it to me. When you come back—*Bzzt*—

Faint Echoes: Data's running slow. Just five more minutes. I'll stay. Get the students out first!

Faint Echoes: Why is the *Bzzt* still failing...!

Mornye: Those are just the server racks for the Cassette frequency data.

Mornye: Stop resonating with them. At this rate, you'll trigger an overload.

Mornye: ...Easy.

Mornye: Hm? Do I not look the part?

Mornye: You came to burn your Cassette, right? I'll take you.

Mornye: Rover... Mmm...

Mornye: I know.

Follow Mornye to the Cassette burning room

Rover: What was that just now...?

Mornye: Data stored in the Cassettes. More precisely, memories. They're crucial to the continuity of self-aware consciousness. It's what makes us truly "human."

Mornye: Lahai-Roi is constantly shrouded in the Void Storm, a byproduct of the Voidborne Threnodian. It has the power to disintegrate the frequency of any living being.

Mornye: To counter this, the Institute produced Cassettes, devices designed to capture and preserve a person's frequency and memories, safeguarding their very existence.

Mornye: You likely resonated with one of the stored frequencies.

Mornye: It happens occasionally, but...

Mornye: Anyway. For now, let's get you to the burning room.

Rover: (Those were… my memories? But the last one…)

Mornye: Something wrong? Feeling unwell?

Rover: ...No, I'm fine. So, this is a Rabelle Cassette?

Mornye: Yes. Your frequency has been copied and transcribed into it.

Mornye: But before it can be put into service, it needs calibration. Would you hand it over for a moment?

Burning Room Researcher: Identical codes caused a conflict during transcribing. Normally, Resonators from similar origins have close matches. But a perfect match? That's almost unheard of.

Burning Room Researcher: Just some unreadable data. Not corruption. More like… someone deleted it.

Mornye: Just a data error. Overwriting should solve it.

Burning Room Researcher: Ah, understood, Professor Mornye.

Mornye: This Frequency Cassette Recorder, or FCR, will alert you when a Void Storm appears. It also dampens the effects of the Storm and stabilizes your existence here in Lahai-Roi.

Mornye: But without adequate precautions, it still won't fully protect you from the Void Storm's effects. Many surveyors and students have had their frequencies erased this way.

Rover: Professor Mornye, about my frequency...

Mornye: …Mm, I have read your report. You're stable for now. Compared to your enrollment check-up, your Rabelle's Curve has leveled out. But yes, your frequency still shows signs of past loss.

Mornye: As for the Voidworm, there's no precedent... No one's ever survived having their frequency devoured. Whether yours can be restored is unknown.

Mornye: I understand. I'll keep watch for anything that might help.

Mornye: Ask me anything you need to know.

Talk to Mornye

Worried Researcher: Professor Mornye! Where are you? If possible, please return at once! Ahhh, Dr. Anslem, please calm down!

Mornye: What's happening?

Worried Researcher: It's about the artificial sun's launch process. The professors are arguing again...

Mornye: That's the second time this month.

Worried Researcher: We can't get a word in. We need you here…

Mornye: …Not that my being there will help.

Mornye: I'll be there shortly. And you... Remember to breathe.

Mornye: Oh, there's no need to shy away. If you're free, you can accompany me.

Mornye: The Research Institute is open to Startorch students. Walking around here might give you some useful insights.

Head to the Artificial Sun Lab

Rover: That artificial sun they spoke of...

Mornye: In simple terms, it's our plan to replace the "sun" you see in the sky.

Rover: You're planning to replace the Exostrider's Drive? Is that what the New Solar Ceremony is about?

Mornye: You remember...? Did the Black Shores tell you this?

Rover: It's the talk of the Academy now.

Mornye: Right. Replacing it is critical to reactivating the Exostrider. And really, we can't stay wrapped in its warm light forever.

Rover: How far along is the research on the Exostrider? How much do we really know?

Mornye: ...

Mornye: More than you'd expect... fellow researcher.

Mornye: I'll show you the details once we are in the lab.

Find out what the researchers are arguing about

Flustered Assistant: Professor Mornye! What a relief to see you—

Mornye: Actually—

Mornye: Well then...

???: I appreciate your perspective, Professor Anslem.

???: But according to Royan calculations, this launch window is the best we've had in decades.

Anslem: How can you be so certain, Warren? Their "optimal window" is derived from those indecipherable runes, with no methodology disclosed. Even our most advanced computational systems have failed to decipher their process!

Warren: The Roya are our partners, Professor.

Warren: Their calculations are unquestionable. All we can do is uphold our side of the bargain and make sure the New Solar Ceremony goes off without a hitch.

Warren: Well then... I believe counsel from a third person may serve us well at this point.

Mornye: I'm inclined to proceed with the original plan.

Mornye: But given the unsatisfying results from the last simulation, I understand Professor Anslem's concerns. I'll go to Bjartr Woods to consult with the Heliodic Six and reverify the parameters.

Warren: What matters now is ensuring that the Institute can calculate and calibrate the Reactor Drive's data in time for the launch of the new sun.

Warren: We all know the importance of Hyvatia in this process, and I sincerely hope you'll place more trust in it, Anslem.

Warren: This is a shared achievement between the Collective and the Roya, the very future of Lahai-Roi. I respect your caution and the pride you take in your work. But please, don't let past failures hold you back now.

Anslem: Hmph, fine words… Just don't forget that I warned you.

Warren: Sorry if I'm being blunt. I'm sure Professor Mornye has her reasons for bringing someone into the lab.

Warren: Ah, so you're here to record your Cassette? Though, with the Void Storm in full force…

Mornye: He comes recommended by the Black Shores.

Warren: The Black Shores... I see.

Warren: So you came here by the same means as Miss Chisa, correct?

Warren: Her sudden appearance in the Academy caused quite a stir that day. Would you mind sharing how you made it here?

Warren: I don't deal with the Academy all that much. All I heard was that someone appeared out of nowhere outside the gates.

Mornye: This may not be the right time for such questions, Professor Warren.

Warren: Oh... forgive me. Curiosity has always been my second nature.

Warren: Well, if you have the Black Shores' recommendation, you're certainly a student here.

Warren: Allow me to introduce myself: I'm Warren, supervisor of this lab.

Warren: Aside from the rooms marked "No Entry," the rest of the facility is open for student visits.

Warren: I'm sure Professor Mornye will give you a thorough tour, but please don't take too long. A key member like her needs to focus on our project.

Warren: Alas, my work calls. I'll leave you two to it.

Mornye: Sorry you had to witness their quarrel.

Mornye: Anyway, just like Professor Warren said, feel free to look around as you like.

Worried Researcher: That last proposal... can we even make the final testing window? Isn't it a bit too conservative?

Careful Researcher: But Professor Anslem just said it was too radical. He told me to revise it again.

Worried Researcher: Ugh... Fine. I'll go refine the backup plan on my end. There are still a few data points I need to recalculate.

Look around the Artificial Sun Lab

Rover: Massive cultivation tanks house many ancient plant species you've never seen on the surface. Life was once scarce in these underground caverns, until the Reactor Drive ignited here. In its relentless pursuit of progress, the Spacetrek Collective did not forget to retrieve the dormant seeds that slept beneath the Roya Frostlands.

Rover: "From a single drop of water, a single seed, a single torch... life will find its way."

Return to the hall of the Lab

Mornye: Would you like to attend the New Solar Ceremony?

Rover: Me? But... I'm just a freshman.

Mornye: Consider this my personal invitation.

Rover: I'd be honored to witness the rise of Lahai-Roi's new sun.

Mornye: Then it's settled.

Lab Researcher: Void Storm detected near Sundermere... Readings rising rapidly!

Lab Researcher: The source is... the Hyvatia Detector?!

Mornye: Give me a full report.

Lab Researcher: Yes, Professor. Hyvatia's been compromised by the Void Storm. It's gone rogue. The Defense Array is activating...

Lab Researcher: Their target is... the Institute itself.

Mornye: The Void Storm has corrupted the Hyvatia Detector, a critical sensor for the Reactor Drive. It's off course and now targeting us.

Lab Researcher: Wait, someone's near the Detector! Is that… a student?

Lab Researcher: What?! I never authorized this command… Ugh, I can't stop it!

Rover: What's the situation?

Mornye: Hyvatia's contamination triggered the highest-level safety protocol. We'll all be sealed in here until the threat is neutralized.

Mornye: I tried to stop it… but my access has been denied.

Rover: Then we need to find a way to get out there.

Lab Researcher: Wait, the main train's suspended under lockdown protocol!

Rover: Professor Mornye, I need to borrow an Institute vehicle.

Mornye: We have backup vehicles at the transfer gate. But how do you plan to reach it?

Rover: The same way I got in!

Lynae: (He should've made it to the Institute by now. No danger there... I'll handle this without dragging him into it.)

Lynae: (That message I just got... It's from the Fractsidus "liaison.")

Lynae: (The Void Storm should've erased him… Yet here I am getting a message from a "dead" man.)

Lynae: (Someone's using his comms ID. They know what I did, but haven't blown my cover. A threat? Or something else?)

Lynae: (Last signal pinged from around here.)

Lynae: (Contaminated Exoswarm?)

Lynae: (Better clear them out first.)

Eliminate the contaminated Exoswarm

Investigate further ahead

Investigate the strange device

"Liaison": You got here quicker than I expected. No hurry. We've got time before the main event.

Lynae: You...!

Lynae: Impossible. Who are you really?

"Liaison": The poor Fractsidus liaison you... "handled"?

"Liaison": Or… just an innocent researcher?

"Liaison": It's all up to you, Lynae—who you choose to be, and what you're willing to lose.

Lynae: ...

"Liaison": That look… Still unsure, I see. I could help you out a little.

Lynae: Spare me. Whatever you're planning, I'll stop it.

"Liaison": Oh? So the "Nameless Fugitive" is now the "Unseen Guardian"?

"Liaison": Turn me in, and the Spacetrek Collective will come for you, too. Tell me, Lynae, are you really as resolute as you think?

"Liaison": Either way, you're a problem for me. So here's a parting gift... one fitting for your new role.

"Liaison": The same gift you've always received—"doubt" and "isolation."

Lynae: Watch out! You have to go!

Stop the out-of-control Hyvatia

Academy Instructor: The Academy has reviewed the incident, Professor Warren. While we share your concern over the Institute's loss, blaming a single student...

Warren: What were you doing when Hyvatia lost control, Miss Lynae? Why were you at the Institute during class hours?

Lynae: I was escorting Rover to burn his Cassette at the Institute.

Lynae: On my way back to the Academy, I noticed abnormal frequency spikes and contaminated Exoswarm near Sundermere.

Lynae: Before I could act, I was surrounded. I tried to contact the Academy, but the Void Storm blocked communications.

Lynae: Exoswarm remains should still be there. I assume... you are already investigating them?

Warren: No such remains were found, Miss Lynae. Making things up won't help you.

Lynae: That was quick.

Lynae: What about the surveillance cameras? They're equipped to handle Void Storm interference. They should've captured the Exoswarm before things escalated.

Warren: They didn't. And in fact, you aren't in the footage at all. I wonder what you were doing at that time. Avoiding the cameras, perhaps?

Rover: What if the footage was tampered with? Her presence could've been erased.

Warren: Possible. But only if she and the Exoswarm were truly there.

Academy Instructor: Since neither side can confirm that, how about we start by verifying if the footage was altered?

Warren: We should expand the scope of the investigation. Remember the security breach in the database? There might be more compromised than just today's feed.

Academy Instructor: You mean the breach that exposed a flaw in the system? Fair enough.

Ms. Voss: Do you have anything else to add, Miss Lynae? Don't worry, we're here to help you.

Lynae: ...No.

Academy Instructor: Then please remain on Academy grounds until the investigation is concluded.

Warren: One last thing, Miss Lynae. You're from the New Federation, right?

Lynae: What do you mean?

Warren: Nothing. I just noticed you stay at the Academy even during breaks. Never thought of going home?

Lynae: Thanks for asking, Professor. I keep in touch with my parents whenever I can. If you're implying I have some secret agenda, you'll be disappointed.

Warren: Not at all. I simply wonder if you don't want to return.

Lynae: I don't think that's something you should concern yourself with, Professor.

Ms. Voss: Let's not waste any more time, Professor Warren.

Lynae: Phew...

Rover: What was that device you had when Hyvatia went berserk?

Lynae: Straight to the point, huh? I thought you'd let it slide, like they did.

Rover: Highly unlikely.

Lynae: Good... you're still you.

Rover: What's your real purpose?

Lynae: Let's talk somewhere else. This place is suffocating.

Head to the terrace

Follow Lynae

Rover: You're not just a student, are you?

Lynae: I've always wished I were just an ordinary student. But… well.

Lynae: Ever thought about throwing everything away? The responsibilities, the secrets you can't share, the constant weight on your shoulders… just letting it all go, and living a carefree life like the rest of them?

Rover: ...

Lynae: Heh, just a passing thought. I know it's not something you'd admit to, whether you've ever wished for it or not. Not someone like you.

Lynae: But we're not the same. I just… really want to be like the other students here.

Ask Lynae

Lynae: Ha... this place always brings me peace.

Lynae: You want to know who I really am so you can connect the dots on that incident, right?

Lynae: I can tell you... but only if you promise me one thing: Let me stay here. At the Academy. As a student.

Rover: Is it really so important to you?

Lynae: ...Yeah. More than I can say.

Rover: ...

Lynae: I'll take your silence as a yes then.

Lynae: So, you've heard those old "pulling a switcheroo" stories, right?

???: HQ... this is Lynae...

???: Sorry Overseer... we were... ambushed...

???: Don't worry... I'll make it to Startorch Academy in Lahai-Roi in time...

???: I'll complete the mission... assigned by the Grand Architect...

Lynae: Professor Warren knows I'm from the New Federation, but not exactly which part.

Lynae: It's called the Lawless Zone. Let's just say... you'd see blood spilled every three days, on average. That's where I grew up.

Lynae: I had talent, and the New Fed saw it. Put me to work. Off the record. Dirty jobs.

Lynae: Then that day happened… It was an accident, but I saw my chance.

Lynae: I found that recording I played you on the real Lynae's liaison at the Academy.

Lynae: So I quickly learned she wasn't just a regular student from the start.

Lynae: Even so, I came to Lahai-Roi.

Lynae: Everything here… It's nothing like the New Fed. People don't question themselves when they wake up, brush their teeth, and look in the mirror. They just know who they are.

Rover: And you want to be one of them.

Lynae: Look, as far as I'm concerned, the Fractsidus threatens my school life. They're your enemy too.

Lynae: We have shared interests. That's a solid basis for us to cooperate.

Rover: ...A "student" wouldn't talk like that.

Rover: Even if we solve this, do you think you'll be able to look at yourself in the mirror afterward?

Lynae: ...

Rover: That being said, I do know what matters most now.

Rover: I stood up to Warren for you because I chose to trust you. And I'll own that choice.

Lynae: Ha... you know, sometimes you really do sound like a teacher.

Lynae: Alright then, let me rephrase.

Lynae: I like this school. I've met good people here, people who treat me like their friend. People worth protecting.

Lynae: That's why I hope you'll help me find out why the Fractsidus are here in Lahai-Roi, Rover.

Rover: Let's do this. Together.

Lynae: I've been holding in these words forever. Ahh.. Feels good to finally get 'em out.

Lynae: What we do know is... Hyvatia's malfunction and the contaminated Exoswarm are definitely connected to this device I found.

Lynae: It looks like Academy tech... maybe the Department of Engineering's lab can shed some light.

Rover: But why would the Academy allow something this dangerous to circulate freely?

Lynae: Maybe its appearance is just a disguise. Or maybe it means its maker had free access to the Department's resources.

Lynae: Right this way!

Investigate the manufacturing record of the Department of Engineering

Lynae: Found it. It was hiding pretty deep.

Lynae: Like I thought, the record isn't in the ordinary directory. It's triple-classified, disguised as regular system data.

Rover: Which means… someone hijacked the Department's equipment to make this?

Lynae: Correct. I just scanned the device itself. It looks like a basic calibrator, but the inside is completely different.

Lynae: Long story short, it stores and amplifies a tiny slice of Void Storm frequency, just enough to make stuff designed from Exostrider tech lose control.

Rover: Stuff designed from Exostrider tech…

Lynae: And here's the kicker—whoever made this can control it remotely.

Rover: So it can be activated again at any time.

Lynae: Exactly. It's literally a ticking time bomb.

Lynae: You're probably wondering why I didn't hand this over to the Academy, right? Before we identify the Fractsidus "contact," I'm not letting it out of my sight.

Lynae: So first, we've gotta neutralize the threat. With the production records and device data, I can try to overwrite the device's permissions. Get it to only activate if it resonates with me.

Lynae: It'll reboot during the process, though... and, uh, there might be some noise.

Rover: You mean the mechs here will be affected?

Lynae: Yes. That's why I'll need you to… keep them in check during the process.

Rover: Sure, I've got you.

Lynae: Alright—Starting now!

Lynae: Having someone cover my back like this... Hm, not too bad.

Stop the out-of-control Exostrider mechs

Lynae: Quick and clean.

Lynae: Hah… You got me. It's been a while since I've done something like this. Gotten a bit rusty.

Lynae: Because… the longest reboot time for the Auto-Defense Array is 28 seconds.

Lynae: Ahem... sorry, back to the topic. While digging through the database, I noticed something.

Lynae: The Academy's mechs and the Voidmatter Barrier security logs show unusual access. Someone used admin-level protocols.

Lynae: Um... Heh, just by, uh... browsing the Academy Forum.

Lynae: Mm, alright, I was once tasked to hack into the Institute's database and tamper with Hyvatia's calibration data.

Lynae: But I didn't change anything. Just threw in a few emojis and left a note telling them to upgrade their encryption.

Rover: Back to those waveforms… If one is Hyvatia's, then the other two are likely the targets for the next experiment.

Lynae: I think you're right. Next, we need to figure out what those waveforms correspond to. Maybe we'll find a clue in the Lahai-Roi ecological studies.

Lynae: Let's head to the Spacetrek Archive then.

Head to the Spacetrek Archive

Lynae: That's right! She's the Archive's administrator, responsible for indexing all the data here. A very reliable senior, you could say.

I.R.I.S.: Hello, I'm I.R.I.S., the retrieval AI of the Spacetrek Archive.

I.R.I.S.: Miss Lynae, and… Rover, what can I help you with today?

Lynae: You look beat. Everything okay, Miss I.R.I.S.?

I.R.I.S.: The Archive experienced a data leak recently, so I'm running system maintenance in the background. But don't worry, routine queries are still available.

Lynae: We want to look up info related to this waveform data.

I.R.I.S.: Searching now. Found 3,281 matching entries. Should I list them all?

Lynae: That's a lot… Add these keywords: "Void Storm" and "Exoswarm Contamination."

I.R.I.S.: Down to 3 results now.

Lynae: A big improvement. Let's split up and review them.

I.R.I.S.: Never call Mr. S.I.G.M.A. "Traffic Illuminator," unless you're up for a 10-minute, non-stop high-speed chase.

I.R.I.S.: ...Hmm, pity.

Find information about the Void Storm

Rover: "Determining Exoswarm Contamination Thresholds via Synchronous Accelerators: Tensor Renormalization of the Void Storm's Frequency"

Rover: Looks like it's a paper studying the impact of the Void Storm on Exoswarm.

Rover: Can't understand a word.

Rover: But if I match the waveform Lynae found with the data in the paper...

Rover: It's a Voidworm's.

Find information about the device

Rover: "Voidmatter Storm Surveyor Amplifier Module Manufacturing Manual (v3.12)"

Rover: This is the original manufacturing record for the device Lynae found.

Rover: Could be useful.

Discuss the investigation results with Lynae

Lynae: How's it going on your end?

Lynae: A Voidworm? Could it be...

Lynae: They're planning to use the device to trigger a Voidworm's rampage? If so, then their target could be...

Rover: The Research Institute.

Lynae: That's the most likely target. With the Greatsword there, Voidworms usually steer clear of the Institute. But before Hyvatia lost control, I saw a lot of contaminated Exoswarm remains nearby.

Lynae: Looks like the contaminated Exoswarm and Hyvatia were just tests and rehearsals before the main event.

Lynae: Whatever their game is, the real goal is to control a Voidworm to attack the Institute.

Lynae: Voidworms spawn under the influence of Threnodian energy. In other words, as long as the Void Storm and the Threnodian exist, they can't really be destroyed.

Lynae: The Department of Engineering's Crafting platform runs a mass production line. The Fractsidus must have more of these devices.

Lynae: If they activate them to lure a Voidworm toward the Institute, we'll need a backup plan.

Lynae: With the manufacturing manual you just found, I can boost our device's power two to three times. That way, if a Voidworm shows up here, we'll have a stronger bait.

Lynae: Like I said, it's only a backup plan. Once you warn the top brass, they'll have countermeasures ready.

Lynae: Besides, with the permissions overwritten, I'm the only one who can control the device... that ties me directly to Hyvatia's malfunction. So yeah, I'd rather not use it.

Lynae: By now, they've probably noticed I've overwritten the device's permissions.

Lynae: This "contact" of ours isn't going to just let it slide.

Leave the Spacetrek Archive

Teacher: Miss Lynae, the Academy requires your presence for a follow-up inquiry concerning Hyvatia's malfunction.

Teacher: Also, we've received an anonymous report alleging that a criminal record and prison history under the name "Lynae" closely matches your identity. This raises concerns about possible falsification of your admission documents.

Rover: ...

Teacher: Please cooperate with our investigation.

Lynae: I'll answer any questions you have, but this has nothing to do with Rover. He only enrolled today.

Teacher: Very well then. Please return to your dorm and wait for further questioning. Leaving without authorization during this period will count as a breach of Academy regulations.

Lynae: (Sorry... I'll count on you for the rest.)

Find Luuk Herssen at the infirmary

Luuk Herssen: Ah, what a rare visitor. I assumed the Void Storm, those Voidworms, and your admission would've kept you too busy to drop by.

Rover: The Fractsidus have contacts inside the Academy. They're planning an attack on the Research Institute.

Luuk Herssen: That's... certainly surprising news.

Luuk Herssen: And what do you need from a school doctor like me? Or... should I say, why come to me at all?

Rover: Because I'm still new to the Academy. Professor Mornye isn't around, and I have no way to judge if I'm passing the message on to the right person.

Luuk Herssen: And you trust me?

Rover: You gave me a hint when we first met, didn't you? Saying "Welcome back," and recognizing me as a Black Shores' Bloom Bearer—that's not on my official record. Your knowledge of me goes beyond the paperwork.

Rover: Besides, Chisa mentioned I left the Academy in a hurry, so someone must've helped to erase my trail.

Rover: You didn't exactly act like that was our first meeting either.

Luuk Herssen: Hm, interesting theory. Though I'm not sure I fully understand it. What I'd like to know is... what do you want me to do about it?

Luuk Herssen: I see... pests inside the Academy, then.

Luuk Herssen: A Voidworm attack on the Research Institute... It must be part of a bigger play. Hyvatia's malfunction, the abnormal Void Storms... I fear it's all connected.

Luuk Herssen: Don't worry, I'll handle things with the Institute. Whatever you discover or whatever course of action you choose, I won't interfere.

Luuk Herssen: I'll provide support when the time comes.

Luuk Herssen: Now, go do what you must.

Rover: If, as Lynae said, the Fractsidus have infiltrated the Academy, I need to be careful who I alert in the Institute.

Rover: For that... I need someone I can trust.

Rover: Looks like I'll have to visit the infirmary again.

Read Lynae's WavesLine message

Visit Lynae in the dormitory

Get information from the Dormitory Receptionist

Dormitory Receptionist: Miss Lynae? She's not in the dorm right now. Would you like to leave a message?

Dormitory Receptionist: Not really... She got a sudden notice from the Academy and left without saying much.

Dormitory Receptionist: It's rare to see her so down. Whatever's going on, I hope it works out for her.

Head to Lynae's dormitory

Enter the dormitory

Wait for Lynae

Lynae: Well, look who's here! How's everything going?

Rover: I've informed Dr. Herssen and Professor Mornye about the situation. Once the Institute gets the warning, they'll prepare accordingly.

Rover: The Fractsidus's plan is still unclear, so it's best not to act rashly. Any investigation, leave that to me.

Lynae: Mm, nothing urgent for now. But since you're here, maybe we could talk a bit.

Lynae: Sorry about this mess. I really should've cleaned up.

Lynae: You know, back in the New Fed my room was just a bed, a chair, a desk… and my weapons.

Lynae: Mercenaries? We don't know what a "real life" is. We only know survival. That's why we never settle down. Everything that isn't gear or a weapon is just dead weight.

Lynae: But… the more "dead weight" I pick up here, the more I realize how much this place means to me.

Lynae: At first, I only saw the Academy as a way to outrun my merc past. Didn't care about the cost. I took the chance, no hesitation.

Rover: Startorch Academy... It's really important to you, isn't it?

Lynae: Yeah, every day here is a blessing! I get to splash color around, cruise under the sun, and learn stuff I never even knew existed.

Lynae: This place may be buried under frost, but it feels brighter and freer than anywhere I've been.

Rover: About that anonymous report on "Lynae's" criminal records and prison history… Who are they really talking about?

Lynae: The Fractsidus's "Lynae."

Lynae: Mercs in the New Fed are essentially government contractors. After I took her identity and faked my death, they wiped all my merc records clean.

Lynae: Now that I think about it, it's kind of funny… I can't even prove who I really am anymore.

Lynae: ...Whichever "Lynae" I am, I don't belong here.

Lynae: But still… I truly appreciate what you've done for me.

Lynae: Thank you. For speaking up for me, more than once. And… thank you for trusting me.

Lynae: I'm not a student here anymore.

Lynae: The Academy let me know the result of their investigation.

Lynae: They're kicking me out, sending me back to the New Fed. Then it's either back to the old work... or spend my life behind bars.

Lynae: Not like I'd choose either one of those.

Lynae: So… before the Academy locks me down for good, this is my last chance to run.

Lynae: I've never belonged here. This stolen school life was always gonna end, sooner or later.

Rover: Is that what you really believe?

Lynae: Sorry, but I have to go.

Rover: The Voidworm. And the target is... No, not the Research Institute. It's heading for the Academy.

Rover: Lynae?

"Is it really okay... to run away?"

Leave the dormitory

Broadcast: Attention all faculty and students: Contingency Protocol Three is now in effect! The Void Storm has breached the Academy perimeter. Defensive barrier will fully activate in 100 seconds.

Broadcast: All personnel, evacuate using the nearest route. Proceed immediately to your assigned underground bunker. Repeat: evacuate now and get to the bunkers!

Rover: (Lynae... did she really leave?)

Rover: (Either way, stopping this from getting worse is all that matters now. She said the Fractsidus wouldn't count on only one device.)

Rover: (If they can control the lure remotely, then whoever's guiding the Voidworm probably isn't even on campus.)

Rover: (It's unrealistic to try to hunt them down in this chaos. Luring the Voidworm away is still the best option.)

Rover: (It already absorbed my frequency once. Maybe I can get on its wavelength and draw its attention.)

Mornye: It's me, Rover. Dr. Herssen filled me in on the current situation—

Rover: Sorry, Professor Mornye, no time. I need the location of the Institute's anti-Voidworm defenses. I'm going to lure it there.

Mornye: How did you know—

Mornye: …Understood. Sending coordinates to your Terminal now. But listen, most of the Institute's systems are down. The Void Storm scrambled remote access across multiple sites. Restarting them will take time.

Mornye: Now, the only way to activate the defense arrays is on-site. Manually.

Rover: Got it. I'll find a way to draw the Voidworm there.

Mornye: There are three arrays in total. Once you've calibrated all of them, they'll sync and trigger the Voidworm's containment.

Rover: Noted.

Mornye: Please... be careful.

Draw the Voidworm to the Defense Array

Fight the Voidworm

Return to the Academy

Lynae: Whew… the Academy is safe. Thank goodness.

Surprised Student: It's them! They're back!

Lynae: Whoa... so many people here.

Reporter: So it's true. The Dark Thunderbolt has enrolled at Startorch! Can you walk us through that epic battle with the Voidworm?

Reporter: At any rate, your actions were legendary!

Lynae: ...

Lynae: Sorry, guys. I need to report the Voidworm incident to the Academy first.

Lynae: Once that's done, I'll tell you everything you want to know. Promise.

Academic Affairs Teacher: You must know why we're here, Miss Lynae.

Lynae: I do. I'm not a Startorch student anymore. Rules are rules, and I should return to the New Federation.

Lynae: That's it, right?

Academic Affairs Teacher: We've reviewed everything. No matter what happened, the Academy is grateful for your bravery. Truth is, we never should've allowed our students to face danger like this.

Academic Affairs Teacher: Our duty is to keep you safe while you're still learning how to protect yourselves, not throw you into the fire.

Academic Affairs Teacher: Like you said, Miss Lynae, you're not a Startorch student.

Lynae: Yeah. I know.

Academic Affairs Teacher: So if you want to be a student here, you'll need to pass the entrance exam.

Lynae: What?

Academic Affairs Teacher: Of course, you'll need to enroll under your real identity this time.

Rover: That means... you're coming back to the Academy.

Academic Affairs Teacher: Indeed. But we must conduct another inquiry before admission.

Lynae: An inquiry? Sure. And the entrance exam? No problem.

Academic Affairs Teacher: Very well, Miss Lynae. Please follow me.

Lynae: Yeah, see you!

Lynae: The Academy convenience store's specials are really good.

Lynae: When I become a "freshman" at Startorch, let's go grab a bite together, okay?

???: ...Protect the sun.

Read Lynae's WavesLine message

Lynae: Hehe, good! I'm in the mood to chat.

Lynae: The Academy has recycled that Voidworm's debris. The Research Institute is dismantling that metal chunk as we speak, in case it's engulfed again by the Void Storm.

Lynae: The Spacetrek Collective is also working on plans for better defenses against this kind of attack. After all, as long as the Threnodian and the Void Storm remain, the threat of the Voidworms isn't going anywhere.

Lynae: Well, it was more of a "mental health" counseling session than an inquiry. The staff were really thoughtful... which caught me by surprise.

Lynae: The Academy had to forfeit it as a key exhibit. But the one who built this device—and caused the Voidmatter Barrier breach—still hasn't been unmasked. Fractsidus moles may still lurk within the Academy.

Lynae: My future plans? Hmm... Well, first on the list is to pass the entrance exam and join Startorch officially as a student.

Lynae: As for what comes next...

Lynae: ...I haven't planned that far ahead. I never felt I belonged here. So I was taking things one day at a time...

Lynae: Thank you for being there for me... time after time.

Lynae: I wish the best for you! Next time we meet, we'll be classmates!

Head to the garden