Roccia: “The area up ahead is where the sea mist is thickest. Try to avoid the ‘Dark Phantoms’ in the mist. They could turn into Tacet Discords at any moment.”

Rover and Roccia delve into the mist.

Roccia: “Tacet Discords! Watch out!”

Rover: “What? I can't control my Forte.”

Roccia: “The high levels of corrupted Remnant Energy in the mist are disrupting our frequency stability. I can help with that. See, fighting here is a bad idea. Let's just try to avoid any threats for now.”

Within the fog, reverberations of TDs echo through the air.

Golden Phantom: “Come... Play with me... Look for me... I'm here... Over here... Come to me...”

Roccia: “Don't worry. They're just Reverberations—potential Tacet Discords in the making. Some of them are actually our friends... We can follow them to find our way out.”

While they continue to follow the Golden Phantom, the dragon patrols the area.

Rover: “Did it lead us this way because it sensed the dragon?”

Roccia: “Possibly. Phantoms are sensitive to frequencies, so navigating the mist is second nature for them.”

Golden Phantom: “The game isn't over. Here... Come quickly...”

Roccia: “I think... I've figured out what they're doing. We'll be out of the mist soon.”

Keeping up the footsteps, approaching the Reverberation, the Phantom continues to speak.

Golden Phantom: “No... Don't let them enchant you... Danger... ahead... Be careful...”

Golden Phantom: “Ah... Roccia... You found me.”

Roccia: “I'll always find you, but maybe don't do this again next time.”