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Enough! This farce of a game must have an end!

Hah, an end? Did you not once tell me... that the board is endless, and that our battle is so much more than the board called 'Wang'?

I am not the only one playing against you.

What you have sown, I have reaped for you. Here.

If it isn't Wang the weiqi failure. If you'd told us you needed our help, we would've shown up sooner, y'know?

Here lies a dream unchained. I gift unto you verse and wine, wind and rain.

You can't fight on an empty stomach, Wang.

Starshrouded snow, crude mounts utmost risen!

At this final battle, we are here. Together.

They have all found their own paths. Each and every one of them has triumphed over you, leaving you in the dust.

Do you still believe you have the upper hand?

How can this be... HOW CAN THIS BE?!

I, with split stones and a burnt board, shall send you off on your final journey!

No, it is not yet over. There is still a chance...

Fie upon your 'transcendence', your 'own paths'! Those are simply the power they have stolen from me, and your candle grows dim—

—My candle grows dim, as does yours.

You have squandered your memories. Now, upon this faraway board, we are all equally insignificant.

What?!

You dare... You cannot—

We no longer need you.

The people of this land no longer need you.

Even the evolution and the future upon which you fixate no longer need you.

And when your opponent no longer needs you...

Your fate is sealed.