Phaedra kneels, resting her sword against her lap, clutching her dress's frills in fear. The red ghosts surround her completely, and amongst them — the same bright red eyes that once watched her from the water. Giant, with arched brows and purple lids. She knows exactly who that voice belongs to.

Phaedra: ...Cheth.

Cheth: Welcome to your final judgment, princess Phaedra Augusta Philemon. Are you really so surprised that I look this way? You shouldn't be.

Phaedra turns around, brandishing her sword. She sweats as the voice continues. 

Cheth: Your "prophetess" broke my bones and stained the sea with immortal blood — and even then, the Bonefish only become more of a MONSTER.

Phaedra stands, defiantly, glaring at him.

Phaedra: YOU...