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<span class="mu-b">You know your goal: find a way home… That hasn’t changed since you arrived.
… has it?
Sure, you still have to deal with</span> <span class="mu-r">RED’S</span><span class="mu-b"> whole thing, but the more you ponder the big picture: the friends you’ve made, the baddies you’ve crossed, the plots you’ve uncovered…
Well… you can’t just <span class="mu-i">leave</span>, can you?
Like the infamous <span class="mu-i">Heartkiller Combo Meal</span> at Grease Monkey’s, the land of Zoral and its countless troubles lay spread out in front of you and seemingly insurmountable. The odds are against you, the dangers plentiful, and to make matters worse you can’t see a damn thing!
Yet that faint shimmer of light–that ephemeral mote of illumination you glimpsed for but a mere moment–the warmth it imparted upon you still cradles your soul as if to say:
‘Everything will be alright.’
But how do you even begin!? Are you even going the right way?! The options spread in front of you are dizzying, to say the least… so to ease your overwhelmed mind you wrench open your mouth and brave the might of the unyielding shadow to send a question spiraling into the darkness:
What should I DO!?
Like a coin dropped into a well, your question disappears into the inky murk…
With no response.
You give your arm a few pinches, but you refuse to wake up. You’re stuck here, it seems, until whoever, or WHATever is holding you sees fit to let go.
The thought sends a shiver down your spine.
What feels like LIFETIMES pass before you feel the presence again, and the words it imparts upon you have the same soothing effect:
<span class="mu-s">‘LORDS…. END……’</span>
As the decree hits your ears, you feel a sensation akin to the stopper being yanked out of a bathtub! Rushing upwards, you’re left with one last <span class="mu-i">twinkle</span> before you break the surface of whatever ocean you’d been doomed to drift in!
</span>”ANT!”
>CONTD.
