You, the Traveller, along with many Fontanians suspected Furina of not really being the Hydro Archon for a while now. Her cowardice was obvious.

One day, you stayed back at the Opera Epiclese for some while after a trial. It was just you, or so you thought. A hopeless cry full of grief and anguish could be heard... But it was a familiar voice...

"How.. how much longer? How much longer do I need to act as their deity?.. I'm failing everyone... I can't do anything to save my nation..."