A §trαnge New World

A Strαnge New World

Quest giver

Alphinaud

Location

Ultima Thule (X:13.9, Y:33.6)

Quest line

Endwalker Main Scenario Quests

Level

89

Experience

 508,200

Gil

 1,123

Previous quest

Unto the Heavens

Next quest

On Burdεned ωings

Patch

6.0

“

Try as he might, Alphinaud can find no sign of Thancred.

— In-game description

Steps

• Speak with Alphinaud.
• Gather information at the vitrified fort.
• Speak with Alphinaud.
• Speak with Estinien.
• Speak with Alisaie.

Dialogue

Alphinaud:

• We're fortunate this place can support life...albeit barely, I suspect, given the torpid, stale quality of the air...
• But never mind that. We must find Thancred. Let's begin our search from the prow of the ship. It seems as good a direction as any.
• Try not to stray too far, lest we lose sight of one another.

Alphinaud:

• Ruins. But of what, I wonder?
• Perhaps we can find something to help us understand the nature of this place. A relic, an inscription, anything...

G'raha Tia:

• Look here─this part is relatively intact.
• The intricate design of the top suggests it is man-made, though its builders were surely not men as we conceive of them.
• Having said that, I swear I have seen this pattern before...

Y'shtola:

• There is a structure here in front of me, yes? A tower of some sort, partially melted? Hmm. In a strange twist of fate, it seems our perception of this place is not so different as it would be elsewhere.
• The world as I used to see it... It feels as though I am dreaming while awake. This is more than the faded memory Meteion led us to believe.

Urianger:

• These remains have long since turned to ash...and yet, they retain their form.

Estinien:

• I thought this hill might afford a better view of our surroundings... A poor decision in hindsight.
• Besides the light from the ship, all is shrouded in darkness. If Thancred is here, I'd never know it.
• From what I can tell, we are near the edge of an island─if you can call it that─surrounded by floating debris.

Alphinaud:

• Were you able to find anything?
• As I feared. And still no trace of Thancred.

Alisaie:

• There's nothing but emptiness as far as the eye can see, which, unfortunately, isn't very far.
• Though I can't help but suspect that someone...or something is here.
• There are times when I sense it drawing close...and then a chill washes over me, leaving me exhausted.
• Leaving me with feelings of death and anguish...
• What are you talking about? There's nothing there.

Y'shtola:

• Before we jump to any conclusions, perhaps we should search elsewhere.

Alphinaud:

• Agreed. We've found only more questions when we are in desperate need of answers.

Estinien:

• There's a fair stretch of terrain from the ship's starboard we've yet to explore.

Alphinaud:

• Let us try searching there, then.

Estinien:

• Player. A word, before we join the others.
• You see them too, don't you? The dragons.
• As I thought. Their presence is tenuous at best, but there's no mistaking it.
• No doubt your bond with Midgardsormr, and mine with Nidhogg, is what allows us to perceive them.
• Could these apparitions be related to the dragons that now live on Etheirys?
• ...Bah. Better to leave such conjecture to the others. In any case, we must be careful. We may soon find dragons they can see as well.
• Hmm... Death and anguish. What happened to them, I wonder?

Alisaie:

• Dragons? Here?

Meteion:

• What you see is a memory of a world that once was.
• A world suffering a slow death, whose denizens cried out for the release of oblivion.

Alphinaud:

• What? Their world...is dead?

Meteion:

• It is. Not a single life remains upon that husk floating in the vast emptiness.
• These creatures are shadow and shade. Perpetuated only to suffuse dynamis with their unending lamentations.

Urianger:

• Our friend Thancred─where is he?

Meteion:

• A strange question. He is at your side, is he not?
• Oh yes─he is here, and there, and everywhere within this space. He would tell you himself if he had form to form words.
• Huh. Such loathing and uncertainty... You don't know why you still exist.
• In like manner to the oblivion I send, I tried to drown out your aether with dynamis.
• Beginning with this Thancred, who came at me despite being unable to breathe.
• Such a simple thing, unmaking men. In the blinking of an eye, he was gone. Didn't even have the chance to be transformed.
• Yet somehow, he managed to leave a sliver of himself behind.
• What you call...the heart...or perhaps the soul? In his final moment, he...cried out from it. A single word...

Meteion: “Survive...”

• That wish proved stronger than the despair that ruled here. It overpowered it, causing this space to be remade.
• Into a place you can perceive, and where life can endure.
• That you draw breath is proof that his soul lives on. For how long, however, remains to be seen.

Estinien:

• Well then, we should hurry and tend to business!

Meteion:

• It's futile. You will never reach the true me.
• I told you. Emotions dictate reality in this space. Such changes as you might work will not alter its nature.
• You may see, but you cannot touch. Walk, but not advance.

Estinien:

• Bah...

G'raha Tia:

• Meteion holds too much sway here. How do we contend with a foe who can unmake us on a whim?

Urianger:

• I do not know...but Thancred gave his life that we might come this far. We must press on.

Y'shtola:

• Agreed. We cannot turn tail here. Not without something to show for our comrade's sacrifice.