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The constant fighting... and so much loss... you lost everything...

I don't... I don't want that... to be your end!

My, end?

...No

I wanted to give you... a better...

No!

My end, is not, someone else's, to give!

A vision? No! That is not my end!

If it is tragic, then it is tragic. If foolish, then foolish!

This is, my end. The end... I deserve.

I lived. I fought. I failed.

It's, enough.

Why? Why...? Why is it enough?

No one should have to lose everything like this!

...You are still, a child.

I'm not a child! I've been in more battles than I can count!

...A good ending, is never earned. Only children, believe in, happily ever after.

You, and my daughter, are only children, who believe in, fairy tales.

I told FrostNova, too heavy... too heavy.

I disagreed, with her. She was... a young girl. Only a child.

Oripathy, slavers, our world... won't even spare, a child.

Talulah, sent her, to die.

Then why not join us and fight Talulah tog—

What can you, give me?

You cannot, even give, what Talulah, once gave me.

Later, what will you, become?

This is fate. I tasted, too much.

I will never, bow to fate.

Even if, every time, fate brings me, to the same... end...

I would rather, wrestle it, until again, the sun rises.

But... Maybe, you can change.

I fought fate, so many years... in the end, I could not win.

But you... Maybe you're, different...

Do you have, what it takes, to succeed the King?

Oh...

Do you have, the power, to leave, alive?

Do you have, the courage, and insight, to step into, the infinite, wilderness?

I can't do it alone.

But I'm not alone.

Maybe...

Everything... is yours. Only you... can do it.

That... Reunion, tyrant, fate... You will... overthrow them.

Wait.

No.

Kal'tsit looks up at the darkened sky.

Where have I seen this before?

It couldn't be...

Amiya... Amiya...?

The Sarkaz prophecy is born out of their collective racial memory. Originium energy bursts popping in areas with high concentrations... the core city is suffering a Catastrophe.

The altar... Amiya... Wendigo... The Lord of Fiends?!

Wait, if this has a direct affect... Impossible! The last of the ancient Wendigo bloodline is directly connected to the entire Sarkaz race?!

The prophecy... this prophecy?!

Snow? Buldrokkas'tee's cannibalization resonated with all the altars?! And what I just added... the Wendigos' ressurection...!

All operators!

Anything he says... Anything Buldrokkas'tee says...!

Do not believe a single word!

The Wendigo suddenly speaks, his hoarse voice seemingly echoing throughout the entire central district.

I see cities, devastated.

I see Originium, blanketing the land.

I see you, black crown on your head, melting millions of lives, into nothing but memories.

I see the, King of Sarkaz, enslaving all peoples, everywhere.

Huh...?!

...Wh... at?

Impossible... No...

Patriot! Don't believe the prophecy! It's just a physiological side effect of the Originium Arts!

But... But I know... all the prophecies... come true.

And I died, at the hands of, the King of Sarkaz.

...Dame. No. Dame.

Buldrokkas'tee! Did you not fight against fate your entire life?!

The young, King of Sarkaz...

...You, you...

Will be the most horrific disaster to afflict our world.

She must die!

Or else, the world will die!

I cannot, let you live.

You can hate me.

The sound of clanking armor reaches your ears.

The ravaged monster suddenly reaches out to Amiya.

—Amiya!

W-Watch out!

The Cautus girl does not flinch. The shadow of death sweeps upon her smoke-blackened face. She does not move. She does not scream. She only stares directly into Patriot's eyes.

As if staring directly into his soul.

At the same time, heavy black blades and shimmering beams of ominous energy pierce swiftly into the giant's immortal body. Still, he remains unshaken.

Just as Patriot is about to crush the skull of the girl in black...

The Wendigo freezes in place.

Something appears to be dripping sorrowfully from his helmet.

A minute passes.

During this eternity of a minute, there are no other sounds except for the low rumbling of the moving city.

Then, the realization dawns. The monster standing before us is dead.

Having never taken a single step backward, unwavering for even a single second, in the end, death put a stop to the Patriot's lifelong advance.