The Fata Morgana watches as Phaedra falls over the railing, down to the seaghosts below.

Phaedra (thinking): I had... so little time to serve you.

Phaedra approaches the water, bleeding, and the ghosts rise up to meet her.

Phaedra (thinking): I wasn't done yet.

One bites her on the arm, turning her skin bone white, with purple veins branching out from the injury.

Phaedra (thinking): I was... Just starting.

Phaedra hits the water and sinks, suffering even more bites. Her blood continues to flow. The ghosts swarm around her, but then... back away suddenly. In a white glow, Phaedra undergoes some sort of transformation. She lands on the ocean floor, glowing bright, as other seaghosts watch in curiosity.