Arknights

Strange dreams still trouble her from time to time, though. She sees many familiar faces—Diαblo, Lich, the Wendigo knight, the twin kings that exist only in dreams—but they no longer take her on a never-ending journey through 'Kazdel'. Instead, they stand silently with their heads bowed, covered in Originium dust. There are other even stranger Sarkaz that Nymph has never seen, some with wings with no membranes, some with horns that reach into the sky. They gather at the ruins of a tall building, on what appears to be a snowy day. There seems to be fire burning in the ruins. They mutter an ancient Sarkaz language long forgotten, their raspy voices growing louder, the echoes beckoning by her ear. Nymph does not know the words, but she understands the meaning of the call: all stories will end, and the final conclusion shall arrive. At the end, a lone figure, clad in white and with a black crown over her head, appears amidst the dusty Sarkaz. They reach out to her longingly with their arms and claws, but stop in mid-air.