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This will not be easy. Ursus remains a dangerous place for Rhodes Island.

But Kal'tsit has planned ahead and made arrangements at all our branches across Terra. Our first priority should be to restore communications with them.

We'll need their help for what we're trying to do.

We'll make contact with Ursus first.

Then, we'll find a way to bring Kal'tsit back.

So this is what Terra looks like now.

'Kolossal Prime Vein'? That's what they're calling that piece of Originium these days?

Hmm. Maybe it'll be a good choice for the next step.

The rate of Originium propagation is far below expected values, and AMa-10 has been a significant hindrance.

The project must be accelerated. Time is short.

The evolution of this planet is taking place too slowly.

More radical means are called for—

She walks deeper into the Abyss, now sealed in Originium.

PRTS rebooting...

Reboot failed.

Error: Core code missing.

Error: Database missing. Search function unavailable.

...Looks like connection by PRTS won't be possible for now.

Perhaps—

You don't know what you're doing, Dr. {@nickname}...

It's unfortunate that you have forgotten everything, our explorations of space, the shared pins that anchor our thoughts, and the 'debate' that has lasted so many millennia...

And your very first promise to me...

Time, the most cruel of mazes. It leads us astray, and separates us from each other.

But I believe, I've always believed, that you will once again recognize the truth of this universe, and our inevitable end.

I believe that you will come back to me when that time comes.

I will wait.

You've led us on a long walk, Sankta.

Have you decided to become a bounty hunter too?

You talk too much, Sarkaz.

Your fate was sealed the moment you decided to attack that innocent Siracusan caravan.

But it was too close to the Kazdelian border. His Holiness has encouraged upholding justice through proper means, to maintain peace on the surface, and it was not my place to go against the rules.

This place will do.

You're too far from home, mercenary.

You should have stayed in Kazdel, and never came out of that pit of yours.

Hmph.

Oren raises his gun.

...You missed?

You—you—

My hand should not be trembling.

Yes, you should fear me, Sarkaz. It's over.

Wait! Wait—

M-Monster! What are you?!

Oren takes a questioning look at his gun, and sees a shocking sight in the reflection of the gleaming metal.

His halo flashes frantically above his head.

Dazed and confused, he looks at his reflection again, and the devil that he is about to execute—

They look exactly the same.