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A city that worships Kephale, the Worldbearing Titan who protects this world. Under the eternal night brought by the black tide, this remains the only place where the comfort of dawn can be experienced.
It is said that each bath in the Marmoreal Palace possesses a different blessing, making the bather feel different from different "oceans"... In actual fact, only the temperatures of the baths are different.
A luxurious bath prepared to reward the heroes saving the world. However, this is more than just a place for their comfort, for it also serves as the door that leads them to their mission's end...
After enjoying the soothing bath, people gather here to taste the honey brew and delicacies blessed by Phagousa, enjoying a joyous banquet before Eschatos.
The largest bath in the Palace that Phagousa once shared with the people, resulting in the bath water surging like waves. The lively atmosphere here makes you feel surging waves of emotion.
A plaza constructed to honor the miracles of Kephale. Many followers can be seen praying here... As well as numerous citizens wandering around with nothing better to do.
The giant baths blessed by Phagousa. People gather here to enjoy the joys of banquets and honey brew, and to immerse themselves in the ever-flowing debate and laughter.
The main area where the citizens of Okhema partake in daily activities. The tightly packed shops in this market provide for the daily lives of the residents. Here, they can perhaps enjoy a temporary respite from the troubles of Eschatos looming outside the city.
A giant wooden horse. It might have plenty of goodies hidden in its belly. If you want to open this securely closed door, you need to offer some Memory Crystal Shards in trade.
As a follower of Zagreus, he delights in manipulating and influencing those around him via gossip and rumors, thoroughly enjoying the chaos he creates.
A blacksmith shop run by the Grand Craftsman, Chartonus. This Mountain Dweller's craftsmanship is known throughout Okhema. It's said that many of the Chrysos Heirs' weapons were made by him personally.
A merchant caravan composed of dromases that wander Okhema every day. They primarily sell Georios' benedictions. It is said that the caravan visited a great many capitals before the black tide flooded the lands.
A Librarium opened by Cerces' faithful. It is said to have been established from the very instant the concept of books was created. The inclusivity towards knowledge is astounding, and everything from academic classics to popular novellas is included here.
A restaurant located in the best area of Marmoreal Market. Regardless of whether you're looking for local specialties or some long-lost outlandish delicacies, you'll have a chance to sample them here.
An antique shop run by Theodoros. Dolia are also sold here. People call this place the corridor of time, as all the items have their own story, and times past become everlasting in his hands.
This is (Excited Little DromasExcited Little DromasBeast of Burden/Mini Dromas/Dromasilla/Dromy/Trailblazer Jr/The Great Chimera/Uranus/Dromasmas)'s cozy little nest! Make sure to visit it often - it'll greet you with "grumph"~
Phainon: So you did come creeping in here after all, Mydei. I don't know about anywhere else, but that conspicuous body of yours is bound to be noticed in Marmoreal Palace.
Mydei: Is there something I can do for you?
Phainon: Nothing in particular. I feared you wouldn't be preparing to "bathe" with that immortal body of yours. You're here, and that's all that matters.
Phainon: It's strange, though, now that I say it... I thought that the black tide would have no effect on you.
Mydei: Oh.
Phainon: It seems that power comes from the "gods" after all... If even they themselves are at its mercy, it is only natural that they are unable to protect you.
Mydei: Yes.
Phainon: So... is the black tide your only weakness?
Mydei: No.
Phainon: I see you're trying to get rid of me. I'll change the topic. There is something that I actually wish to ask you...
Phainon: There are few in this city that can match me in battle, and chances to battle non-humans are few and far between in my travels. Because of this, it has been hard for me to observe the weaknesses in my swordmanship... Until I met you.
Phainon: When I crossed swords with you before, I lacked endurance and your powerful blows nearly knocked my blade from my hands. If it weren't for my slightly superior technique, I fear you would have defeated me.
Mydei: Technique? Hah, you mean your laughable little tricks?
Phainon: Hah. I know how to relate to you now. As we have fought before, how about we share some of our insights?
Mydei: ...Huh?
Phainon: We have battled for all this time, yet I have never seen you fatigued... How do you train? Would you consider teaching me?
Mydei: I fear you will be disappointed, hero. This is not due to my training...
Mydei: I am simply more capable of enduring pain and suffering than you are.
(North-east from Garden of Life beacon, standard dialogue)
Activate Fragments of Recollection
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Aged Seed Keeper: ...That's correct, honorable Chrysos Heir. I implore you to grant this pitiful creature its death.
Aged Seed Keeper: Due to an error in the way that we have nurtured it, it has a defect that cannot be repaired. As things stand, it has at most fifteen days left to live. What's more, it will be in endless agony for the entirety of its short existence.
Aged Seed Keeper: You hear them too, right? Those pitiful screams!
Castorice: Alright, as you wish. I just want to know... Why did you allow it to be born?
Castorice: Every being that goes extinct does so for a reason, and it is difficult to undo. By relying on these "seeds," you are only "creating," and you are not allowing the dead to "return."
Aged Seed Keeper: Because... perhaps this way it does not have to face nature.
Aged Seed Keeper: Before it went extinct, these creatures spent a long time in captivity. They were the most common source of meat in this land.
Castorice: A source of meat... They are returning to the world just to die once more?
Aged Seed Keeper: ...
Aged Seed Keeper: Lady Chrysos Heir, are you blaming me for this?
Castorice: No. Perhaps this creature and I are one and the same.
Castorice: Please move aside. I will bring an end to its suffering.
Aglaea:Phainon, has the latest batch of refugees been admitted into the city?
Phainon: Lady Tribbie, the refugees have already settled. I hope that the holy city can heal their fatigued minds and bodies.
Aglaea: Which city was it this time?
Phainon: ...Idilia. The city of books that worships Cerces... Those insane Titankin almost turned the city upside-down. All of their books were burned, too.
Aglaea: It seems that the matter of reclaiming the Coreflame of Nikador is urgent. You must reach a verdict on who will bear the Coreflame of the Lance of Fury.
Mydei: Aglaea, you must understand that all I want is to extinguish the long tainted soul of my clan's gods with my own two hand. As for the Coreflame, make arrangements as you see fitting.
Phainon: I see your concern only stretches as far as yourself, Mydei, There is no need for humility among warriors. When we are faced with Nikador, we should use our strength to seize the Coreflame.
Phainon: Or are you saying that you are scared? Perhaps you think that your skill in battle is no match for mine, and you have no choice but to ask for mercy in advance?
Mydei: Don't make me laugh. The Kremnoan dictionary does not contain the word "scared." As for a battle of strength, you are welcome to try me right now.
Tribbie: Stop fighting! Stop fighting! We don't know where Castrum Kremnos has drifted off to. Where are we supposed to go in search of Nikador...?
Castorice: Lady Aglaea, we have another matter besides the looming threat of Nikador. We have lost contact with another distant city.
Aglaea: Cas, are you saying... That it was not the work of Nikador?
Castorice: No matter how ruthless Nikador is, there's no way they could raze an entire city in an instant without leaving a single survivor.
Aglaea: ...I understand. I will send Cipher to take a look, if she is willing. For now, we shall have to sit and watch for any developments from inside Okhema.
Aglaea: The golden thread grows tighter by the day, yet waves of life can be felt from time to time... I fear something big is about to happen.
Phainon: Even if you had disguised yourself, you would be far too easily recognized in a market as busy as this.. Not to mention you have no plans to disguise yourself.
Phainon: Everyone knows that you would come to this place one day during the Month of Reaping. It is as if you had arranged to meet someone, yet you are alone.
Aglaea: Is that why you are here?
Phainon: I am simply here to satisfy my appetite... I hear that there are recently arrived refugees in the holy city that have resumed their old trades. Their talents are outstanding and not commonly seen in this area.
Aglaea: Then you and I... Have taken different routes to reach the same place.
Phainon: Oh? Are you also...
Aglaea: I am also here to see just how bleak fate is.
Aglaea: Or, should I say... Here to see how the threads that will pass through my hands "resonate" here.
Phainon: So you... Uhh... I'm not really sure what to say to that.
Aglaea: Lord Phainon, these talents that have brought you here... when did they become so rare?
Phainon: Not that long ago, it's just...
Phainon: Oh...
Aglaea: That's right, Lord Phainon. Everything is beginning to fade away. I am here to precisely because I wish to "compare."
Aglaea: With every passing day, something else becomes a part of the past, never to exist again.
Aglaea: How can I turn them into golden threads with which to weave tomorrow?
Aglaea: The holy city is the only solace for mankind now, after all. I fear that what you cannot find here is already lost to this world.
Phainon: So, will these things have a place in the tomorrow that you weave?
Phainon: ...No matter how big or small?
Aglaea: Now, that would be too greedy, Lord Phainon...
Aglaea: The moment we leave this market, please forget about what I have said.
Aglaea: What you are seeing is just a moment of "pessimism," or perhaps a moment of "ruthlessness."
Aglaea: This is the great weight of fate. Perhaps, all I am fit to weave is a sheet of gossamer.
Aglaea: However, if there is only one weaving thread remaining in my hands, it does not matter how talented a garmentmaker I am...
Aglaea: ...I can't hope to make it into any more than a "puppet string."
Finely-dressed Woman: ...A water lyre? I've seen it before — it's a signature instrument of Carmitis. According to records, Carmitis was a distant city blessed by Mnestia. All her residents were artistic prodigies.
Man in a Bathrobe: Alas, Carmitis disappeared a long time ago, along with those precious arts long lost to time. This water lyre has been here for a long time, unable to secure a worthy musician to play it.
Finely-dressed Woman: Beautiful things are destroyed easily, and art is always accompanied by misery. Mnestia's blessing is also a curse.
Silent Lady: ...
Silent Lady: Maybe I can try playing it.
Man in a Bathrobe: For real? Go try it out.
Silent Lady: But... Hmm... It should be fine. Let me try.
After some simple tuning, the water lyre slowly emits a lovely sound.
Silent Lady: Phew, looks like I still haven't lost the skills that Mother taught me.
Silent Lady: Dear guests, if you don't mind, allow me to play a piece with this water lyre for everyone. I may not be able to perform at a level told in stories, but it should suffice as post-bath entertainment.
This looks like a suitable place to put the mysterious object you bought from the wooden horse... Though you still have no idea what is inside this crate. Do you want to tear it open and see?
(Tear open the crate)
With great anticipation, you tear open the crate and find...
...A giant sea seal doll!
Alright. You recall someone referring to this species as "the divine beasts of Phagousa." Maybe placing a doll of a divine image in your room will bring good things your way?
(Next to previous location, subsequent interactions)
Investigate
A giant seal doll that looks very soft to the touch. When faced with something this fluffy, no one can resist the urge to squeeze it tight. So, you...
Give it a big hug!
You embrace the seal doll in your arms and lose yourself in the comfort and warmth of its fur. Drowsiness and an illusion of happiness begin to slowly sprout from the depths of your mind...
You enjoy a wonderful moment of peace and quiet in the baths.
...This is exactly what you'd expect from a "sacred beast of Phagousa!" Just a touch is enough to enchant you. You immediately come to understand its mysterious powers.
There is no doubt in your mind that you want to come back here again.
(Refuse to move.)
Alright, your iron will win this round. But does winning a battle like this actually benefit you in any way?
The cold bath chills you to the bone. It's said that taking regular cold baths helps with maintaining youthful vigor. This is really good for... err... refreshing awareness.
You muster your courage and test the temperature, soaking part of your body into it...
You decide to use today's experience as a conversation topic with March 7th.
"When I emerge from this icy bath, I'd practically be April 8th."
(East from Court of Seasons)
Hot Bath
You have to squint your eyes from the steaming heat. Events exuding warmth are always hazy — you let out a sigh.
A moment's distraction, and you're scalded by hot water.
Intense events usually bring pain — you can't be bothered to keep sighing.
You never thought this day would arrive so quickly — stewing yourself in a huge pot is basically the ultimate move.
Refreshing awareness in the cold bath, stewing in the hot bath — a perfect kitchen system has been formulated in your head.
Better stop if for now, there are disciples everywhere.
(South from Court of Seasons)
Test Bath
A facility used to quickly test today's water temperature. Originally more intricate, akin to a fountain.
There's always someone who mistakes this for a water dispenser and drinks from it, otherwise it wouldn't have been redesigned in its current form.
It has been obviously modified... but to little effect.
Connected to the bath to conveniently check if today's temperature is suitable.
After the black tide corroded the perimeters of the holy city, many merchants relocated here. One can find just about everything from finely crafted vessels or scholarly tomes to daily items and common reading materials.
The market occasionally sees relics from the lost cities, but they mostly turn out to be from the self-soothing fantasies of the last city.
"What is immortal in legends must perish in the mortal realm."
The last holy city lays before you, as the sun, on the shoulder of the Worldbearing Titan, shines down on humanity. All Okhemans can catch a glimpse of the majestic silhouette...
"Allow me to protect the city of the gods until the heroes' rebirth."
(North-East corner of the Dromas Workshop)
Dromas Workshop
The dromas said farewell to life in the wilderness, and grew accustomed to city life.
They happily march for three days and nights as long as there is soft and fresh red soil.
Say not humanity wronged these beasts, for the taste buds of the dromas find soil to be the most wonderful flavor in the world.
Sixtus: Say, bro, you ever noticed that the time between shifts has been getting longer and longer...
Tassius: I heard that the number of migrants has been increasing, so some of our people were dispatched there to maintain order, leaving us understaffed.
Sixtus: Guess there's no other way. I heard lots of cities out there are devoured by the black tide. The situation outside... is not looking very good. Maybe we'll have to face that down ourselves one day...
Tassius: Ack, don't say that, brother.
Tassius: There's no need to stress yourself out. After all, we're in Okhema. May Kephale protect us...
(Further North from Path of Parting, standard dialogue)
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Trago: I hear the expeditionary squad that the Council of Elders' funded returned yesterday.
Thessane: Yes, I saw them at the plaza. They seem to have found some new ores, and are discussing the matter with the craftsmen.
Pello: Hmph, the solemnly swore to find a way to counter the black tide before they left, and now they return with a bunch of useless stones?
Thessane: All right, all right, not like you're the one exploring, so can it. Danger lurks everywhere outside the city. It's already a feat that the seven of them came back unscathed, with a minor haul in tow.
Camilla: I envy you all so much! Being born with the benediction of Georios and having amazing strength means that you're able to protect everyone around you!
Dorian: My cooking, also very good. Want to have a taste?
Camilla: Ah, you like cooking? What a waste... Why can't I be a Mountain Dweller?
Dorian: Don't cry. Not tall, like you, can still do lots of things.
Dorian: If you want it enough, you will, definitely do it.
Camilla: Really...? Ah, how much longer do I have to train to become a hero like Lord Phainon?
(South-West from Kephale Plaza, standard dialogue)
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Sanya: We clasp our fingers intertwined, singing hymns to Thanatos, to guard the fate they welcomed, "the second demise."
Ansons: This is both lament and blessing, for what they have received, is "being forgotten by all."
Ere: Ahh, once individuals of renown, now nameless souls lost to memory.
Sanya: May you embrace peace.
Ansons: May you be remembered.
Ere: In the end, at the dawn of genesis, flowing once more.
(North from Kephale Plaza, near the main road, standard dialogue)
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Gotha: I tell you what, this is my fifth time taking the test an I finally passed.
Petunia: Good work, big bro. That's still below the average retest records, so congrats!
Gotha: Right? Those rules carved into the stone tablets nearly crushed my desk! All these months of hard work, and I finally made it on my fifth try, though by a tiny margin...
Gotha: Whatever. It's a solid pass after all. Looking back now, it was worth it to work hard for that. *sigh* How many times did you have to take the test bro?
Petunia: Never done it. I was walking by here one day, bored out of my skull, and chucked a lump of dirt at them. One of them said I dressed like a clown and I blew my stack. We almost came to blows there and then.
Petunia: And my current boss just so happened to see that, and hired me on the spot.
Loulanes: ...Caring for a chimera is a science. Then, I fed it the big fish I caught that was as thick as my arm, but it didn't take much of a liking to it.
Kodesseus: Yeah, chimeras are picky. If I fed it the fish as thick as my waist that I caught three days ago with a wooden rod, I'm guessing it probably wouldn't eat it either.
Phaoriseus: Why are you so obsessed with chimeras? Dromases are much easier to keep. You feed them some soil and that's it. Pity, the fish I caught yesterday during the Action Hour was as big as a bucket, but it just wouldn't eat it.
Loulanes: Eh? Where did you fish during the Action hour? Ah, I'm just asking. My chimera might just like something different.
Kodesseus: Quick, tell me...
(East from Marmoreal Market, next to Chartonus, standard dialogue)
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Roggia: It's not enough. The customer wants it to be able to "break armor." It needs to be highly durable. Mix some indigo steel in before quenching it.
Tuu: Yeah.
Siskel: Next order. Custom-made Cerces' authority, hammer.
Roggia: Made from wood eh? Remember to cut along the grain, so they save some trouble during prayers. It's up to Sisk now. The next piece is... Nikador's authority... I can't do this. Tuu, do me a favor?
Tuu: Okay... Remember, do remind the customer.
Roggia: Of course, "One can't rely on prayers alone, but needs to spit foul words to curse the Titans, then avoid attacks that appear out of thin air" ...This is absurd.
(West from Marmoreal Market, standard dialogue)
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Hersia: Oh my, it pains my heart... So many wonderful things are just thrown away. Such a waste.
Diogena: I understand how you feel... However, the logic that the world operates on is sometimes just "letting things go to waste."
Hersia: ... Huh?
Diogena: For example, if you have three children at home, and each of them wants a piece of candy. To keep them from fighting, how much candy should you buy for them? Will three pieces do the job?
Hersia: ...Oh dear, you really have a way with words. But if I follow your advice, guess there will be plenty of leftovers, and the elders would have to finish them all.
Diogena: Come on now, nobody should eat that much candy. You don't want to undermine your health with sweets.
(West from Marmoreal Market, standard dialogue)
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Loate: I hear that, to reward a Chrysos Heir' heroics, the water quality of the upper floor's baths is akin to liquid jade, with a free flow of ambrosia! They'll also be entertained by a professional debater...
Burnet: That sounds awesome, man. I wanna be a Chrysos Heir too.
Wyeth: I suspect it's not just sheer luck that'll get you there. Those Chrysos Heirs were all ordinary people when they were born. They must have grasped some secret method to gain that status...
(North-West from Marmoreal Market, standard dialogue)
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Paulus: Two months is too long surely...? I have been pursuing her for seven years and she finally said yes to my marriage proposal. I simply cannot wait another minute!
Pythia: I completely understand how you are feeling. But I must apologize, my schedule is completely full.
Paulus: You understand how I'm feeling? What could a child possibly understand!? I don't get it. How can there be only one ceremonial officiant in a huge place like Okhema? It's just ridiculous!
Pythia: That is because in order to become a ceremonial officiant, you have to train in the Grove and pass a special examination put in place by the Venerationists...
Paulus: I wasn't asking! Arrrgh, what kind of idiot came up with rules like that...
Pythia: ...Tsk. You've waited seven years and you can't even hold on two more months? You know your way out!
(North-West from Marmoreal Market, standard dialogue)
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Chefik: People say love renders us blind, but this dimness is the perfect ambience that complements the shimmering night sky. If you would accept a passion of elegance, please... respond to my affection.
Myrion:...
Chefik: Looks like I'm unworthy as well... No matter. May you... find happiness elsewhere. But please remember that you have an ardent supporter in me, he who is named Chefik.
Tars: Don't waste a lady's time and take your leave. O gentle maiden, please allow me to introduce myself...
Calista: Who knew I'd be able to enjoy such a soothing massage in Okhema...
Serra: Then you should enjoy it to your heart's desire! My master told me that these massage skills have been passed down from the end of the Era Chrysea. There's more than two thousand years of history to it.
Calista: Really? With all things considered, the city back in my hometown has only roughly a thousand years of history... Okhema has such a long-standing history.
Serra: Haha, actually it's mentioned in the guide at the baths.
Serra: "In the third century of the Light Calendar, people built settlements at the feet of Kephale. Thus was the precursor of Okhema founded."
Serra: This year is Year 4931 of the Light Calendar... So, Okhema has been around for almost five thousand years!
A small, simple home made out of wooden crates and other containers. This has been Serena's hiding place for a long time.
Her ill-gotten funds have all been returned... She saved for a long time, but if she wants to be able to start a new life, this is a step that she must take.
Achievements[]
There are 16Achievements related to "Eternal Holy City" Okhema:
Court of Seasons
Janus' Steed
Akmonides
Chimera Management Center
Seal Slammers Arena
Chimera Tournament Host
Excited Little Dromas' Nest
Damionis
