Hasn't this place only turned just a little bit red? Seymour: Negative. Jakob: If I told you that a greater disaster than that will come one day, how would you react? Paimon: Uh, what are you talking about? Blood, fat. Blood, flowing like a river, fertilizing the very dust of the earth with their filthy fat. What do you think of the original sights here, now that you've seen them? Jakob: Look at your feet. Text for female Traveler) (Traveler), do indulge my curiosity. Paimon: You.! Jakob: Compared to that, ( Mr. Jakob: I suppose that's how the monsters you mentioned were attracted here - like flies to festering meat on the road. Jakob: Well, in theory, the arrays I activated in those ruins to reverse the crystallization would indeed have temporarily opened the way into the realm of beasts. Mamere, if you don't understand the value of those 'paints'? Paimon: Hmph! Don't bring us down to the level of sneaky scheming schemers like yourself! Paimon: Besides, you summoned the monsters earlier, didn't you? What did you do that for? Why did you have to attack the other Melusines? Jakob: Attack them? I hardly have the time for such frivolous pursuits. Jakob: Still, I fail to understand - why would you want to get close to Ms. it seems I spoke too much - how terribly unexpected. So you don't actually know what those paints really are, or the power they contain? Jakob: I see, I see. Hah, this is more interesting than I thought. Paimon: Wait, didn't you previously say that you wanted paint? What's this congealed blood you're blabbering about? Explain.

Jakob: This would've allowed the plan to go through without alerting the Marechaussee Hunters.

I, too, initially believed that I could obtain enough congealed blood from Ms. A rather inelegant method of doing things, you might think. As such, it needed to be restarted for me to obtain sufficient blood. Jakob: In any case, I had not expected to see its heart withered to such an extent after a mere few hundred years. Paimon: Stop your prattling! If you aren't with the Abyss Order, how do you explain the magic you used earlier? Jakob: I merely used the power of the Abyss to reverse the crystallization process. Jakob: Just as my friend said, those who lack weakness of consciousness shall not be subdued either by gods or death. Jakob: They are no different from those oppressors - the power they seek is but a tool that only a few can use. You're a member of the Abyss Order, aren't you? Paimon: Ugh! Where there's smoke, there's fire - and where there's evil, there's you guys, huh? Jakob: The Abyss Order? Oh, please, do not lump me in with those benighted primitives. Jakob: I could've sworn I sealed all the entrances - did I slip up somewhere? Paimon: You. Mamere: Wh-What.!? Jakob: Still, your arrival here was quite unexpected. 'Paint.' What an interesting way to describe this filth - and to think that anyone would set it upon canvas. Jakob: Gathering 'paint,' as you can see.

This is the original form the 'heart.' Paimon: Wait. Paimon: ? (Approach the end of the tunnel) (An Iniquitous Baptist approaches the giant stone) (It casts a large purple beam onto the stone and it becomes red) Paimon: Whoa! What happened to that strange giant stone all of a sudden!? Paimon: And look at that color! Doesn't it basically look like a heart?: That's right. Seymour: Note: Regular record space collation can decrease the frequency of such issues effectively. Paimon remembers that the currents here used to flow in the opposite direction. (Enter the water current) Paimon: Hmm, that's odd. Paimon: Blood? Mamere, are you okay? What blood? Mamere: We cannot. I would run out of energy before a tunnel could be successfully bored. The thickness of the rock wall exceeds my output limits. Text for female Traveler)(Traveler), but that is impossible. We could use Seymour to break the wall down. it seems like something's blocking the way. (Interact with the portal) Paimon: Wait, what's wrong? Why can't we continue on? Mamere: Strange.

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