Clank—!1

The cell door in Yuren’s detention center opened, and I watched as Quay walked out, each step dragging behind him.0

“Looks like everything has been taken care of?” He asked.0

“Since I have returned what you had stolen,” I replied.0

Then Quay let out a smile, and Epherene glanced at me nervously as she tucked her theory and notes behind her back.0

“But Deculein… why were you scribbling down the Holy Language?” Quay asked.0

The Holy Language was, in every sense, the language of the gods. It was essential for interpreting revelations from the Holy Era and for any attempt at divine dialogue. But even with Comprehension, it was impossible to learn—because the Holy Language had no form by which it could be learned or even approached.3

“I would like to visit the sanctuary you showed me,” I said.0

“... To the sanctuary?” He said, as if the word itself was unexpected coming from me.0

“In order to kill you, I must first know about you,” I replied with a nod.0

“Hmm... I see. But do you know the way?”0

I played the game as a tester and even managed to clear it. But when it came to the final boss, I didn’t really know much. As a designer, I’d spent most of my time patching broken graphics and smoothing out lighting source effect bugs. To the player, the final boss was just someone to kill. Not like the other named characters in the world—those were meant to be comprehended.0

“I’ll have to find out eventually.”0

However, there was one thing I knew for sure—the true name of the guy who introduced himself as Quay. A name no one else in this world would ever know—one even Quay might have forgotten—but I knew.0

“Then what exactly am I supposed to do now?” He asked.0

“You are free.”0

“Free?”0

A guard walked over, unlocked Quay’s cuffs, and handed Him a slip of paper—His temporary identification card for Yuren.0

“You don’t need me to guide you through the expo. You have your own legs, your own eyes, and your...0