A §trαnge New World
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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.
Journal
Walkthrough
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.