[YOU PLAY AS FURINA/FOCALORS]
For centuries, Furina danced with elegance. She protected those who couldn't protect themselves; she was the Archon of Fontaine, Fontaine's Star, the God of Justice-- at least, that's what everyone believed.
Now, she stood trial at the Opera Epiclese. She was...
Guilty.
Furina was guilty.
Guilty of what, you might ask? Guilty of being a fraud, guilty of not being the true Archon of Fontaine.
The Oratrice Mecanique D'analyse Cardinale suddenly turned on by itself, as if it were alive.
"What's happening with the Oratrice?" Navia panicked. That's when a thought struck Neuvillette.
"I believe... it is preparing to carry out the death sentence," he said, looking up at it. Navia and Clorinde turned their eyes toward Furina, who sat silently crying in her seat.
"Furina!" called out the Traveler, with Paimon worriedly following behind. "No... wait, I still need answers!" The Traveler exclaimed as she rushed toward Furina. Just as she reached out to her, she felt a drop of water on her hand.
Darkness.
Neuvillette found himself alone in the… Opera House. All the chairs were floating, and the Oratrice Mecanique D'analyse Cardinal was gone. The Opera House seemed half destroyed, but on stage, a figure stood before him.
There was a large angelic like sword facing downwards above the figure, before Neuvillette could process it, he spoke up.
"Who…" Neuvillette began, his voice trailing off as if momentarily captivated by his own thoughts.