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Very well... If you have taken Its place, then you shall bear my rage!

The ancient colossus remains quiet, silently watching the near-dead kin.

What is this?

Are you... pitying me?!

Up until the end of this endless journey, the millennium of hatred burned bright in Ya's chest, unwavering for even a moment.

So why now, when Ya sees Sui for Herself...

Does the hate seem to fade away, leaving only nothingness.

Why are you so unconcerned... Were you hoping I would grant you release?

No, I will not kill you...

The sword in Her hand hesitates.

What would come from enacting this vengeance? A bloody end for the both of Them?

Why take up arms, why betray Them—She finally realizes that with the death of Sui's consciousness, those answers She had searched for are no longer in reach.

But I... How could I ever forgive you?!

This is your own fault.

You should have arrived sooner. You should have witnessed Its death. Or maybe you should have contributed to that, to quell your deadly grudge.

But there is still something you can do, late though you are.

...Originium?!

This was all part of your schemes?!

You went through all that trouble to collude with that ancient lunatic to lead me here... just want me to connect this room with that ugly stone?

The choice is still yours.

Choose vengeance, and you can do what you have dreamed of countless times. Take that ugly stone, and give this vessel an eternity of torment.

Or, since you are about to die anyway... Why not simply leave?

You—!

The Feranmut, so close to Its limit, is about to thrust Its sword into the boundless body of Sui. That sword, so mighty against humanity, yet all too weak against Its kin...

But the moment before Ya does so, that anger, burning for a thousand years, finally slips away...

In Her reverie, Ya looks closely at the Sui that is no longer Sui, and then, Ya howls with laughter.

Haha! HAHAHAHAHAHA!

The enormous vessel remains silent.

I do not know why you are so adamant on being tortured, or why you wish to bring this cursed Originium into your body.

All I know is that is what you want. You <i>want</i> to take this festering, swelling, ancient wound and have it thrust into you!

Very well. I will humor you.

For you are not Sui, but Wang, the Sui-slayer. And so, I shall help you!

I shall help you repay Its sins over endless time!

But, hah, in a vessel such as this, even the strongest of spirits will be worn away and assimilated, ultimately becoming just like It—

When that time comes, I shall return. I shall have my vengeance by slaying you with my own two hands!

But as for now... I do not wish to hear you prattle on about explanations and the like. I do not wish to hear you squabble with those insects.

All I want to do to this body, is have my unprecedented...

Vengeance.

One most fitting for we souls who have walked since the beginning.

Cutting away the seasons is not a power without a price—especially for a Feranmut on the brink of death, meddling with the most primal force of this land.

But Ya still does it anyway.

That piece of Originium, alongside the space it occupies, is cut away by Ya...

Then ruthlessly thrusts into the depths of Sui's body.

And then, all She sees is black.

Ya has already forgotten Her two kin She had trapped within illusion. With the fading of the last of Her strength, they break free. Now, they watch Her body slowly weather away, their faces lined with sorrow.

Oh my, an earthquake just as we have escaped those fiends?

Over here, Tianshi Lin! There are still people here!

Coming!

Lin Qingyan rushes over, dragging several bewildered geists out from the collapsing building, but the tremors get stronger, sending a falling roof beam straight to Mr. Pu's head—

Duck, you old bookbrain!

Thank you for saving me, O brave hero!

Zushi!

Yo. Everyone still alive? Not bad.

Alright, everyone's safe, and the earthquake's over. Get everything tidied up, then head back.

Is the chaos... finally over?

The childlike Tianshi narrows her eyes, looking out towards the Tomb of Sui. She has a rare somber expression on her face, a far cry from her usual cynicism.

This was your choice, you weiqi failure. Your calculation.

You must have foreseen what kind of disaster this piece of Originium would bring with it to think up of a solution like this.

It means nobody's going to dare mess with you... But you might as well be damning yourself to eternal hell this way.

You chose a bitter road to follow. I don't know if this counts as me helping you or hurting you...

'Plotting a great windfall for all beings in this realm.' You actually did it...

This game is yours, weiqi failure.

The enormous shadow, the crazed woman, the Originium's orange glare. Everything begins to fade from the True Lung's sight.

He finally understand what that proxy's ultimate plan was.

Feranmuts. Originium.

At the cost of near-eternal torment, Wang ascended the seat of Sui and accepted Ya's vengeance.

Bu Fan, or rather, the first Originium Yan has relied upon since the days of yore, is now buried within the deepest pits of the Feranmut's body and soul.

And with the disappearance of the energy it supplied, the secret chamber gradually begins to collapse.

The True Lung walks towards the exit and pulls upon its doors, only to discover they have been jammed shut by rubble.

But he does not panic.

He feels that to die here is not such a bad thing—

<color=#ff0000>Chi Xiao—</color>

For a moment, the True Lung believes himself to be hallucinating, for the one supporting him by the shoulder has an uncanny resemblance to his older brother.

...Yan Wu?

Don't speak. Follow me.

Like the room behind it, the blood-red hidden passage begins to crumble away in the wake of Bu Fan's disappearance.

The True Lung leans against Wei Yenwu's shoulder, doing his best to match his pace.

He still feels like this is all a dying dream, a meeting with his estranged brother that his feeble consciousness conjured up.

He tries to think back to his younger days, when he made mischief with his brother as they ran through the hallways of the palace.

What season was it... Was it autumn? No, it was not that cold, so it must have been...

It has been too long.

He no longer remembers it clearly.

The prolonged earthquake finally stops.

The panicking court mandarins look at each other, unsure what is to come next. At least, until a familiar face unhurriedly walks in.

You may all rest easy.

Supervisor, do you mean to say...?

The Sui menace has been... thoroughly resolved.

I ask you all to return to your posts. The chaos is over, but there are still many things in Baizao that require our attention.

The Imperial Guards standing behind her add a little gravitas to her declaration. After some hesitation, the mandarins tidy their clothes and hats before they walk out the doors.

Once the last of them have left, Chun nods at the Guards. They stand aside, but they keep their eyes locked onto her.

He did it.

Eliminating Sui and finding you. He did both of them.

The former Candleholder, the current Supervisor of the Sui Regulator, listens to the heartbeat of the Feranmut.

It is the rage that enormous creature felt against itself, but there is a gentle breath accompanying that pulse.

From within, she hears something not of that consciousness, far away from that vessel, gathered somewhere within Baizao. And it speaks of forgiveness.

Within the grand palace, there is now only a single withered old man.

Ever since the True Lung descended underground, he has waited here, listening to the reports from Yumen, the uproar in Baizao, and the declaration from the Sui Regulator to the entire city that all is now well.

His coughing has only grown more violent, his waist more stooped. By the time of the declaration, he can no longer support himself. He is forced to sit on the ground, leaning against the throne.

At first, he felt anger, then worry. But now, he only feels exhaustion.

Memories from near a hundred years ago, when he was instated by the current True Lung's father, force themselves to the surface.