On the docks of Mhuara, Shikaree Z’s sisters meet with her as she gathers one last time with some family friends. She has decided to return to her homeland. Upon her return she will make a full report to the queen of what has taken place. Citing the struggle against Promathia, she plans to dispute the crimes of Mildaurion, Prishe, and the wyrms. Then she will renounce her name as a mithran tracker. Her sisters can’t believe what she’s saying, but Shikaree insists that having traveled with her companions she understands much more now.

Prishe interfered with their investigation to stop a much greater crime from being committed. A tracker hunts sin, and it is there duty to seek out crime and punish the guilty. But the crimes she hunts have been for the sake of whom? As she pondered this question words began to echo in her head. “The very act of hunting sin creates sin.” Her sisters recognize that phrase as something their mother used to say. After beating Promathia she finally felt some sense of justice, something she had not felt before. Perhaps someday they will understand, but even without the mithran tracker title she could help justice prevail. But for now, even with Promathia is gone, evil may still return.

It is only a matter of time, but until then she will continue to battle it. Her sisters see her off, and Shikaree heads home.

Meanwhile Tenzen has begun preparations to return home too. Hearing the emptiness plagued these lands no more, he chartered a boat from Bastok thanks to Tenshodo.

He apologizes to his companions for his actions, and that he did what he thought would best save the world. Though he is sorry, he understands his actions were not just, and in his culture, such things result in swift retribution. If they so wish it, they may kill him. But they stay their hand, and Tenzen thanks them. Truely, he owes them a great deal.

Suddenly Tenzen’s ninja companion appears. She brings word that the empire is still in chaos even though the emptiness is gone.

He tells them to give him some time, but once all is well, he invites them to his lands. The trust they have shown him, will bind their fates eternally.

In San d’Oria Hinaree meets with a priest from the cathedral when suddenly Louverance, the real one, bursts into the mansion.

He has arranged for a duel to the death with his red masked imposter in the north lands.

There, amongst the snow the two Louverances do battle,

but the red masked man, our Louverance is no match for the original and falls off the side of the cliff.

The real one gloats at his victory, claiming the fake should be a friar in his next life, as he has much repenting to do. He ironically claims that now he can face his true opponent, the Keeper of the Apocalypse. Back in San d’Oria the priest returns to Hinaree’s house fearing that Louverances blood would be spilled, but learns his opponent had died. When he leaves the house the priest chuckles.

It’s far easier to play the role of a common man than some reckless fool, he jokes. It becomes clear that this priest is actually our Louverance. It was thanks to the real ones stupidity and eagerness to duel that the fake death was so easily accepted. Even though he failed to defeat his enemy, he at least can start over new. With the power of the Memeo Mirror, he can coerce any noble with shady secrets into his service. Perhaps, restore Tavnazia and create a new order of knights. Perhaps even resurrect the Remevel name. Hmmm.. It appears he has one thing in common with the real Louverance.. The unyielding desire to burn his name into the pages of history.

In Windurst a fishing ship finds that it has 3 stow-aways. The Chebukkis apparently find themselves in as much trouble as ever and end up getting thrown overboard for their “comedy routine”. Washing up on Purgonorgo Island the 3 come across a strange old orc war machine. They notice some mandragoras nearby and begin to do their act for them too. Uninterested in the “performance”, they begin to walk away.

The Chebukkis decide it’s time to show some artistic temperament and unleash a meteor on the area. But suddenly another taru jumps in from of them. It’s fake Louverances friend, Goldmane!

He questions where these strange assassins came from. They say they are the famous stars of the Chebukki Show, but he doesn’t seem to know anything about that or really care who they are. Their meteor spell won’t work on him, his wife blasted him with that spell so many times he doesn’t feel it anymore. The Chebukkis unleash their largest meteor yet, knocking Goldmane to the ground.

As the dust clears, Goldmane appears defeat, but suddenly laughs. The Chebukki show? Meteor mom used to make? It suddenly hits him. Could it be, his darling children Makki, Kukki, and Cherukiki?!?! “DADDY!” they cheer. They rush him with hugs and kisses, at last they found their father. From now on, they’ll live here with him..but.. He has one request. Could they call him papa?

“PAPAAAAAAAA!”

In Movalpolos, Jabbos sits in a jail cell. Unable to bring him self to tell the moblins what he has seen, they decided to lock him away until he does. He witnessed the horror of Promathia, and learned terrible secrets. The Twilight God is the father of us all… He cannot tell them this. The Moblins will spread this news to others and then people will come to hunt them for spreading “lies”. He continue's to push away the moblins, but they continue to approach him about the subject..

If he is really their friend, he will tell them the truth. Jabbos sighs, they are his friends, and he must be truthful. He tells them what he knows and the moblins listen intently. He explains the people of the world above always believed they were children of Altana, but in truth we had a father as well. We are children of both dawn and twilight. The moblins think for a moment and decide that indeed Jabbos must be speaking the truth. Jabbos’s heart sinks thinking of what war will develop between them and other people. But the moblins seem different. They tell him not to worry, they understand, moblins have moms and dads too. If Promathia is the father, then there has to be a mother somewhere. Why can’t it be Altana? If this is true, then beastmen and people must be brothers!

Moblins and people are family! Jabbos and the moblins begin to rejoice in this new idea, and begin to dance about their underground home.

At the same time in Jeuno, Esha’ntarl sends Wolfgang to the nations of the world to explain the victory over the wyrms is final. Though they may still roam the sky, they will no longer seek to destroy mankind.

After clashing with them many times they suddenly broke off their attack and vanished into the clouds. She explains there are some voices that say we should hunt the wyrms to extinction, but for the moment she has issued a resupply order for the fleet. In the bar on Upper Jueno, Esha’ntarl finds herself thinking back on Cape Riverne and her mind connection to Selh’teus.

She was shown and incomplete paradise, where the citizens of the capital returned to their deity ten thousand years ago. Returned to Promathia. “Opening the gates of Paradise” is just another way of describing the recombining of the mothercrystal. A way to restore the world to its original state. Yve’noile once told her that when gazing upon the goddess, she realized she could not become part of that perfection. Yve’noile believed us to be something else. Purposefully incomplete.

It was then she went into researching people. After shifting her focus from the Kuluu phenomenon she began to research the darkness within us all. Her realization led to the betrayal of the king and his sons, and oppose any plans to open the gates. She had discovered our origins as children of Promathia.
But even with this conclusion to the 10,000 year old tale, there was much still to be done. The emptiness will return, and rogue Zilart may still be seeking access to paradise. But for the time being they have the possible return of theemptiness to worry about, and will focus on that before paradise. It is time to remind the Zilart of their true responsibility, to safe guard the mothercrystals. As she leaves the tavern she smiles. This future did not always exist. It was only with the hope and strength of a few good souls that she stands here today.

In Tavnazia word reaches the safehold that that wyrms have vanished from the sky above the old city. Finally, the town has found peace. Jeuno has also officially established an open treaty outside of the one made with Nag’molada and the safehold. Merchant traffic will slowly bring people back to their lands. Ulmia finds her grandfather the happiest he’s been in some time, now that he has an overflow of adventurers willing to slay the beastmen in the lands outside of the safehold. He also intends to restore the Shepard villages in what remains of Cape Riverne. Everyone seems overjoyed and content with the new life they will be embarking on. Prishe on the other hand finds herself with nothing left to do.

Ulmia says she is the leader of the safehold and needed here. Prishe stares at the floor, silent. Ulmia moves towards her, as if questioning why she isn't happy, but Prishe simply smiles saying she needs her workout and runs off. Ulmia smiles and goes off to find her harp.

Overlooking the old city Prishe stares into the distance. That town, the town where she was born and the town where the end of the world was born. All she ever thought about was what the apocalypse would be like. It never mattered how, but when it happened even her immortal existence will be snuffed out. It was all she hoped for, the thought of living so long, carrying such a burden weighing heavily on her mind. She sighs. When standing before Promathia and he promised to show her the end, she finally realized who wanted to see the final showdown most of all. It was her. That’s why she hurled the magicite at the god. She somehow hoped that it's power could end her pain...her life.

When she told Esha’ntarl, she didn’t yell at her, she just smiled and said “wait until you meet her.” What did she mean? Meet Who? Altana? But clearly Altana hates her! Is that why she hurts inside?
why...
Why does she hurt now? She begins to feel a pain inside of her, something she can’t explain. It’s frightening and unnerving. Suddenly the voices of the world begin to silence. Her chest begins to glow and she grabs it clutching on for dear life, as if she's afraid it will rip away from her.

She knows what’s happening, it’s the thing that makes us mortal. The emptiness has returned to her. She feels pain because she’s a mortal again. Through the pain a smile forms. Finally she doesn’t need to wait for the end of the world...

She can truly live like everyone else. In her joy she rushes back to the safehold.

On the coast of Tavnazia Ulmia plays her harp, singing out to the ocean.

Behind her, Prishe listens to her friend play, the music touching her in ways she never felt before. From behind their companions have gathered from around the world, one last time.