Girl with Eyepatch
Bell! Now!
Okay, Captain!
A sinister light burst from the gemstone embedded in Bell's staff.
If Carnelia's words were true, the Rhys family and Mogulus shared the same bloodline.
Bell's attack could pierce the curse of immortality and finally grant him eternal rest.
Return to darkness, you wraith! May eternal night claim you!
Mogulus, already torn apart by Asherah and the others, couldn't dodge. The beam struck him head-on.
After spending eons sealed in this cage, the Immortal King met his end at last.
...Did we win?
D-don't say that! You're gonna jinx it!
I stared at Mogulus, frozen.
Thankfully, he showed no signs of rising again.
I let out a long, shaken breath of relief.
Looks like our next lesson will be on [things you must never say].
...
It's over.
All those games of yours are now over.
So... please come home with us.
Claire's waiting for you too.
...Yes.
It seems the second plan has failed as well, just as you said.
I didn't want things to end like this... but so be it.
I now have no choice... but to use the final and the most difficult solution.
What? You're still not giving up?
What option could you possibly have left?!
KABOOM!
Captain!
The walls shattered, and a streak of black light carved across the chamber.
Asherah and Bell deflected it on instinct, but the force hurled them into the opposite side.
Kgh! What is that power...?!
Asherah! Are you okay?!
That's...
The one who blew Asherah and Bell away and shielded Carnelia...
Was the girl with the eyepatch I'd seen before at Dirac's Well.
Looks like your luck ran out.
Still alive, are you?
Haha, so it seems.
As expected... I failed.
Just as you said.
Indeed.
This world—the Cycle—does not grant dreams to the unprepared.
But even so, the lesson alone gives some value to your failure.
...
Our contract states that I grant you an opportunity.
I did. But you failed to seize it. Now it's your turn to serve me.
Any objections?
...No.
Regrettable, yes. But if it's the only path, then I accept it.
Carnelia? What are you talking about?
...Bell, I'm sorry.
But I can't return yet.
You won't understand.
You can't imagine... how agonizing this curse is.
I can't feel death... and so I can't feel life either.
I can't tell if I'm alive... or dead.
Life, to me, is a hollow illusion. Something I can't truly grasp.
No purpose, no joy, no sorrow, no despair... nothing feels real anymore.
I'm sorry I'm weak...
I can't endure this pain and keep living.
Carnelia...
The method of dying by your hand.
And dying by the resurrected Mogulus.
Both have failed.
So now... I must choose the hardest, yet surest method.
I will destroy the world.
Destroy the world?
Yes, Captain.
That is the contract I made with the Witch of Favoritism.
She would help me die, and if I failed...
I would help her shatter this world, this Cycle.
Once the Cycle breaks, the spoke I was born to be will no longer be needed.
What even is the Cycle?
...
You will learn in time.
For it is your destiny.
[Captain].
With that, the witch and the Master Maid vanished.
The ruins' curse faded, and the [trial] ended in victory.
But even so... I couldn't shake the feeling that nothing was truly over.