Like the Marine Snow

Why are you on the streets... it's too dry. You'll die.

What happened here? Did someone do this?

Where are you migrating? Is there something—

W-Wait!

They're gone?

This pipe...

Wah!

This is...

*cough* Argh—

(What's going on?)

(The rumbling... Is the city moving?)

(Something's moving—who's there?)

(Vacuole inflates merrily)

I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

Not at all. Lucilla and I were just performing regular inspections and maintenance on the city's unit framework.

Still no sign of Tullia?

C'mon, Lucilla, it hasn't been that long since we made the report.

I can tell you care about her. Did she mention getting into any trouble recently?

She isn't one to look for trouble. I can't imagine her offending anyone.

What you say certainly fits her profile. Did she ever talk to you about the Waterway Program or beacon data?

No.

I wouldn't say we're close, exactly. We talk from time to time, but she's more of a loner who prefers to work on her own stuff.

Wait, is she a suspect?

Sorry, maybe I'm making her sound suspicious...

B-But it's probably just stress. There's been fighting almost every day in the six months that Milliarium has been away from the home territories. Everyone here is on edge.

The Church of the Deep continues its attempts to sabotage the Waterway Program. We've eliminated many cultists over those months.

And until they were exposed, they appeared just like any of our countrymen.

But she'd have no reason to—

Well, to be honest, I've never quite understood why she chose to join the Waterway Program.

What do you mean, ma'am?

You already know that she used to work at the Institute of Ecological Art, right?

The IEA moved to another city when this one evacuated its original position and received new battle orders.

Right, and she had the chance to go with them to continue her work. But instead, she chose to—

Sorry to interrupt, but could you explain more about this evacuation you mentioned?

You remember, don't you Lucilla? You were working on the dome at the time, so you had the best view of the whole thing.

...Yeah.

It was one of Ægir's largest volcanic power stations, feeding countless laboratories, and Milliarium was responsible for its construction and defense.

The city was parked beneath the power station. Through the dome, I could see its red glow illuminate the ocean for miles.

The heat it generated attracted many different creatures. It was the largest endangered plants reserve in Ægir.

And the ideal environment for Milliarium's ecological art to flourish.

Then, that light turned dark...

Seaborn?

Yeah.

A year ago, swarms of Seaborn arrived on the ocean currents, and Milliarium ordered an emergency evacuation.

Without the natural environment to support it, the Institute of Ecological Art, like other related institutions, was forced to relocate.

But there was a full Legion in the city. We could have retaken the power station.

War orders for the Waterway Program had just arrived. Milliarium was in fact being strategically redeployed.

I came here with the Legion after that.

The lives of so many of our people were changed... including Lucilla.

By the way, I transferred from the dome to ground work because I was afraid of heights... Sorry, off-topic.

I don't believe it either.

No, no, I'm just telling you what I know.

But... it's undeniable that there are a hundred thousand souls in this city, and not all of them are fully committed to the Waterway Program.

Most just carry on with their lives, not understanding the kind of path we're clearing out in the ocean.

Even our Iberian guest here came to learn more about the Program, didn't she?

...

Whether Tullia is linked with the Church of the Deep or not, the fact remains that she made an unauthorized copy of data on the Waterway Program.

We'll have to find her to learn why.

But Milliarium isn't that big. She'd have been found by now, even if she were hiding between dome layers or in the corners of the circulation system.

True. She may well have already left the city, but we were unable to find her bio-signature in the nearby waters.

Nor were there any unscheduled ship movements at the port. And she couldn't have gone beyond our sensor range in just a few days using civilian deep-water equipment.

However... the city did make a short movement around 30 hours ago to receive the Iberian mission. Perhaps...

Could she have left the city at that time?

...So, the Columbian scientist Kristen Wright broke through the barrier for the first time in more than ten thousand years.

The hole she pierced hasn't completely closed, even after a year. Ægir's surveillance of the universe through this opening continues, and so far no anomalies have been detected.

I tried to stop her, to no avail.

We still have time, but it's running short.

Ripping apart the electron clouds with a high-energy beam... We were not aware of any energy sources on land that could support such a brute-force measure.

Her method came from the same place as Ægir's technology: prehistoric civilization.

She had discovered sarcophagi beneath Trimounts that preserved that civilization's spark, and managed to obtain the trust of its custodian.

Before leaving the home territories, I had not expected to find anyone with your profound understanding of both Ægir and prehistory from the lands.

You have demonstrated, once again, that there is still much about Terra we do not understand.

Fins trapped in the depths lose their perception of light. Likewise, our nation must continue to explore, even if we can no longer support grand expansions.

The stargate, the twin moons, the barrier, the ruins in the mantle... There is much on this planet that was not formed naturally.

Our voyager fleets, having traversed to the far side of the planet, have even detected highly unusual terrain concealed behind the distant dark fog.

There, the sea currents abruptly cut off, as though they had reached the end of the ocean.

That is merely a hotbed that has long since cooled. The most important prehistoric relics lie in the Ægir heartlands. You know this, Madame Consul.

The prehistoric ruins beneath the seabed are a gift from the ocean to Ægir. They nurtured your civilization, and have granted you power and knowledge far beyond the terrestrial nations.

And with them, responsibility.

As you say, Dr. Kal'tsit, responsibility.

When did the land dwellers first start calling themselves 'human'? When they lit the first fire with Originium? Built their first city with stone and mud?

On land, self-awareness and identity were established naturally over time. Even today, humanity is often defined in the narrowest terms.

For the Ægir, it was conferred. We were not the same race as the Predecessors, but we inherited their identity as we inherited their mantle.

Thus, Ægir was born with a responsibility to humanity. The Seaborn will not compel us to abandon this duty; on the contrary, they add to its weight.

You are indeed the right consul for Milliarium, Madame Consul.

Where is this coming from...?

Your temperament. As Ægir, you are patient and kind.

But that does not diminish the arrogance in your thinking; that is to say, Ægir's arrogance.

I do not believe our conversations about the hole in the barrier, the ruins in the mantle, and even the future of civilization itself, are merely small talk to lighten the mood.

Just as I do not believe Ægir will rely on passive solutions. After all, isn't Millarium's departure from its home territories a proactive effort to create a new line of defense?

So, my question is, Madame Consul: what is Ægir's endgame for the Waterway?

...I have already told Gladiia Ægir's answer, that which you would call arrogant. You have the right to know as well.

There is much on this planet that was not formed naturally... and Ægir does not believe they are unrelated.

Be they wonders like the stargate and the twin moons, or calamities like Originium and the Seaborn, these phenomena cannot be random products of spontaneity. They must be interconnected in some way.

To solve the Seaborn problem at its source and stop Terra's crisis, we need to fully understand Terra, including the hidden secrets of the land.

But those are for the future. If you simply seek my answer for what's at hand...

My endgame for the Waterway is to ensure that hundreds of thousands of Millarium's inhabitants and tens of thousands of Penal Battalion troops in Gran Faro live to see Ægir's main force arrive.

Distress signal.

From the squadron tasked with beacon deployment at Nest 37.

You're sharp.

How much has Milliarium told you of the Waterway Program?

The tribunal has demonstrated their innocence, and they are not alone.

Besides, Gladiia’s return to Ægir and its conspiracies are of her own accord.

Neither of us is being followed or under surveillance, so my movements have not been exposed.

Let's continue where we left off at the Sophontheatrum.

The war between Ægir and the Seaborn has gone on for more than two centuries, but both sides have set their sights on dry land at almost simultaneously.

The sudden migration of an entire species, and a change in direction for an entire nation. Perhaps, deep down, they stem from the same cause.

I know more than I've told Gladiia. This extra knowledge forces me to be cautious about Ægir's past and future actions.

But it's too soon for her to know, and not your place to know at all.

Our only concern for now is the Waterway Program.

A path connecting the land and the sea... Neither that doctor nor the Inquisition fully trust in this, or else you would not be here.

Clearing the seas with powerful weapons to buy time for the main force from the home territories to arrive. Ægir's warfare design is always simple and effective.

But there have been anomalies in the city that we cannot ignore.

That consul is a formidable woman.

During Milliarium's voyage, she has culled many of the corrupted and thwarted their sabotages, while the two escorting Legions have sustained far fewer losses than expected.

Everything has gone well... Almost too well.

Now, a staff member in the Program has gone missing at the most crucial stage. This is just the beginning.

I'm looking into it, and will eliminate any potential threats.

I can enter most places and evade the Sea Patrol's regular rounds with ease.

But I fear the problem runs deeper.

I would rather not barge into an important lab or the consul's Pensivarium, unless I have to.

...

Rhodes Island wants to work with me... and watch me, I assume? So be it.

One more thing.

...Skadi.

If you truly care about the Hunters, keep a close eye on her.

One hundred fifty-six, one hundred fifty-seven...

I've never seen a port this busy.

Are things not going well on the frontlines?

(Humming♪)

You're still in the mood for music?

Why not?

Soon we might be too busy for it.

There you are, Captain Gladiia.

You went to see Consul Clementia with Dr. Kal'tsit right after the tribunal, right? How did it go?

Well enough, but I was only there to make introductions. They had much to discuss, and I had no reason to stay.

I did have a brief discussion with Clementia on the current plans for the Abyssal Hunters, though.

Ægir's Waterway will open soon. Until then, the Hunters will fight alongside the two Legions accompanying Milliarium.

See? I was right.

Uh-huh.

I'd rather be out there killing monsters than sit through another debate.

So what's the mission and when do we move out?

The command structure and battle plans are pending discussion with the legion commanders.

Skadi—

Hey, that's the emergency alarm, right?

What happened? A Seaborn invasion?

...

I am Consul Gladiia. Status report.

Yes, ma'am.

Two squadrons from Legion X were sent to deploy the beacon at Nest 37 today, as planned.

But we just received a distress signal. They were attacked by Seaborn on the way.

The Seaborn were prepared?

Unclear. The situation is still developing. The Academy of Technology hasn't had time to produce a report.

Are there any corvettes on standby in the port?

Always. You can claim one by logging into the terminal.

Thank you. Keep me posted about the squadron's coordinates. Once close enough, the Abyssal Hunters will disembark and swim into battle.

Roger.

Laurentina, with me.

...Skadi, you stay behind.

...

Captain?

Don't overthink it.

The contact between land and sea is paramount. Kal'tsit can't be in two places at once, so I need you to keep the Doctor safe.

This is an order.

Received.

That's...

Laurentina's group is embarking for battle? But they just came back.

It has something to do with the alarm. The fleet deploying the beacon at Nest 37 was attacked by Seaborn, and they're going out to help.

You know the Abyssal Hunters?

I do.

We had a brief partnership on land, facing challenges and battling enemies together, including the Seaborn.

That's... impressive, given their temperament and fighting style.

I'd go up and greet Consul Gladiia myself if we weren't in the middle of an emergency. I haven't had the opportunity since they returned.

Does everyone in Ægir know the Hunters?

Of course not. But I once worked with them... and even aspired to join them.

Someone from your team said you used to be a researcher.

My expertise in genetic engineering qualified me for the Abyssal Hunter program. I studied under the head of the project, who was also the first Abyssal Hunter.

At the time, few were compatible, and even fewer successfully underwent the operation. But he and Gladiia had already achieved spectacular results.

Their most remarkable feat was a three-day battle with the Seaborn in a hydrothermal vent that bought time for two energy survey cities to evacuate.

The Seaborn evolve constantly. With the use of weapons strictly regulated, they were the safest and most effective countermeasure.

I watched them leave and return every day.

I watched them lie down in the regenerative gel, exhausted, waiting as I recorded the data, tested their functions, and repaired their bodies. Those were the costs of victory people could not see.

I'm not entirely sure what motivated me at the time, but one day I submitted an application to become a Hunter to the Institute of Development Planning.

...I'd have done the same.

What?

I mean, I'd have wanted to apply myself.

To see your mentor and everyone else risking their lives like that... Nobody would want to feel that they weren't doing enough.

You seem fit enough, and as a researcher, you are beyond familiar with their functions and combat style. Wait... then why didn't you—

Because my application was rejected.

But why?

(Shakes head)

I didn't ask. And my mentor wouldn't have answered.

So you joined the Sea Patrol instead?

Because it's the unit that works most closely with the Hunters?

Yes... and monitors them.

...

The corvette is ready for you.

Alright.

Sorry, Irene. I shouldn't have bored you with my past.

It's fine.

Back to work. As the fleet battles the Seaborn, we must also locate the missing scientist for answers. The Sea Patrol's objective remains unchanged.

As for you, Irene. You're staying with us.

Wait, what for?

We won't be in the thick of battle, but it's still dangerous. It's the Sea Patrol's duty to keep you safe.

I appreciate it, Praefecta. But I'm good.

I'm not afraid of the Seaborn. Every Inquisitor has Seaborn blood on their hands.

Former Inquisitor, as I recall from your files.

I appreciate your assistance during the investigation. Like I said, you're sharp... and brave.

But you didn't come to Ægir to fight. Go back and stay with the other emissaries.

Are you implying that the war between Ægir and the Seaborn is beyond a land dweller's comprehension?

...Yes.

Your concerns are justified, but trying to comprehend is why I'm here.

There are many things I... as an Iberian, need to understand: Ægir, the Seaborn, true war, and everything that's happening in the depths of the ocean.

The land isn't far from here. Ægir has only a single city in this region, but beyond it lies the entirety of Iberia.

Don't worry, I don't intend to get myself killed at sea.

Such maturity at your age... You must have a good mentor.

From what I've heard, better than yours, at least.

...Prepare a set of deep-water equipment for Irene.

Let's go.