Mustering her determination, Cartethyia slowly walks over to the elevator.

Cantarella: “Not even whole, yet still ever so determined.”

Cartethyia: “Cantarella...”

Cantarella: “Phaom brought me here. I'd have shown myself earlier... But it didn't seem like the right time to interrupt. Looks like what I prepared could still be put to good use.”

She manifests a familiar blade.

Cartethyia: “Tyrvine...”

Cantarella: “The Sentinel's Sword. It will help you resist the Threnodian's attack.”

Cartethyia reaches out, touching the blade — it responds.

Cartethyia: “What's inside?”

Cantarella: “To pass the Divine Trials, every potential Maiden must resonate with the Sentinel through Tyrvine. Those who survive receive fragments of truth, but at a cost. Memories lost in varying degrees. The lost memories fall into this Sonoro Sphere, each carrying faint traces of the Sentinel's power. The power within those fragments of truth. Tyrvine absorbs this energy.”

Taking the blade properly, it shows it’s sheen — without any other external influences.

Cantarella: “The Sentinel's energy flows through you. You are more than worthy of wielding this sword. But you, Cartethyia... you alone must choose to wield it. Only then will it become the "Blessed Maiden's Sword."”

Cartethyia: “Does it also hold the sacrifice you made?”

Cantarella: “No... My sacrifice was used up long ago. At the time I resonated with the Sentinel, I saw..."you" through Their distorted eyes. Or rather, I saw Fleurdelys battling the Threnodian. In that moment, I made a sacrifice that would shift the balance of power.”

Cartethyia: “Was it...”

Cantarella: “The energy I received from the Sentinel's Second Awakening. I split it from myself and offered it back to the Sentinel so They could, for a moment, regain control of Their body. Only by doing this could Fleurdelys seize the moment to kill the already tainted Sentinel. So... The real Blessed Maiden is dead. But there is no reason why the "false" Blessed Maiden cannot herself become the "true" Blessed Maiden, is there?”

Cantarella: “A person of true character should never be defined by an inanimate blade. Both you and I were cursed to be mere playthings of the Threnodian, but that doesn't mean we cannot reshape our fate.”

Cartethyia dismisses the blade into her own frequencies.

Cartethyia: “Thank you... in spite of my curse, my life of hardship, I must still save what is true.”