Pavel looks up at Phaedra, who looks down, smiling.

Pavel: Thank you. But I don't know how to use a sword.

Phaedra smiles.

Phaedra: Hopefully you won't have to learn. You've got the combined might of the three forts ready to defend you, after all.

Images of Lani, Irving, and Cal pass through her mind.

Phaedra (offscreen): The percussive power of the Shieldfort... The precise aim of the Spirefort... The speedy blade of the Saberfort... plus a dog and a butler to boot!

The group strides away from the moored Mantaluna, whose lights shine in the mist. Phaedra and Irving look resolute. The rest look a bit worried, but move forward nonetheless.

Phaedra (offscreen): There's no team on the sea that's better equipped to get this done without flaw. Whatever's waiting for us, we'll be ready for it.