Cold. Dark. Empty. Wind slipped through the corridors, smelling like chalky dust, mildew, and cold stone. The broken white dust clung to his hands. His arms, legs, and body; he could barely move them.
This atmosphere had not even compared to the warm, welcoming air of Pladtioa. The air was thin here, somber-filled. Asahi assumed there wasn't much… and despite falling into the sky, he now stood on… solid ground?
Asahi's eyelids fluttered open. Strange, unfamiliar architecture loomed around him. Withered tufts of grass jutted from the cold stone walls. He glanced upward, rubbing his head, and spotted cobwebs draping every corner of this forsaken ruin. Black-stained bricks, scarred by time, greeted his gaze.
Darkness shrouded the room; there was no sight of light anywhere.
Only the luminance on his clothing shone.
He felt a hard, eroded metal surface beneath his feet.
"W-Where… am I?" He heard his voice reverberate and echo continuously.
Shivers ran down his spine. Faint light peeked through cracks, rubble, and black bricks scattered across what seemed a crater. As he advanced with the alien building, he saw bridges, mechanisms, and gears littered over the brittle ground. Hallways stretched from branch to branch, resembling a cathedral of shattered glass and debris.
"It feels so lonely here. Where is Aletha?"
...Time seemed to pause in the eerie silence, but soon, the last bits of the building emerged from the darkness, revealing a new presence.
At the edge of the building, amid drifting smoke, a white-haired, gray-eyed girl stood, analyzing the weathered pillars below. Asahi gasped and raced to her, arms outstretched, screaming her name.
"ALETHA!"
His voice bounced off every wall, yet she didn't bat an eye at Asahi. Now, up close, she wasn't wearing her usual attire, and her hair was much shorter and curly. As he approached, the girl slowly tilted her head to Asahi and raised an eyebrow, curiosity on her face.
There was no S mark anywhere on her body. Her pallor gave her an alien look, setting her apart from Aletha's angelic appeal. Asahi spoke in a thin voice.
"W-Who are you?"
The curly-haired girl sneered at Asahi, pure hatred and contempt on her tattered face. She was beautiful, but that look was unsettling. As she stared in silence, Asahi reached his hand toward her and asked.
"What is this place?"
The mysterious girl swiftly lifted her hand and pressed her hands against a button.
(Click)
Suddenly, a metal door behind her slid open, revealing a dormant beast-like mechanism slumped against the tattered walls. A white light sparked from its head, roots extending from its dark metal shoulders as rusty saw blades slowly lifted. It pushed itself upright, staring at Asahi.
"In…truder… detected."
Its footsteps thundered, shaking the building as it crept toward Asahi. Steel scraped rock.
"Must eliminate…"
"H-Huh?"
Asahi's heart froze; he turned to the curly-haired girl and watched her vanish.
"Where did she g--
The mechanism hurled its bulk and arms down, raising a cloud of dust. Asahi dodged, eyes wide. Recognizing the danger, he sprinted away with the massive robot creature pursuing him through the hallways.
Asahi's footsteps echoed over pitted stairs, faceless marble statues collapsing behind him.
"Who was that girl? And why did she look like… Aletha?"
As he neared the last corridor, he bumped into someone with short white hair, dark gray eyes, and worn metal armor. The encounter startled him, shifting his focus from the vanished girl to this unexpected person.
She appeared to be a middle-aged woman, wearing advanced leggings tangled in devouring vegetation. She said nothing to Asahi but blushed at the sight of him. Asahi tried to question her, but two tall men with long white ponytails pulled her away, their eyes narrowed with suspicion. They spoke in a different language.
":// :/// :/// :////:///:;//"
Asahi scratched his head.
"H-Huh?"
Suddenly, five metal doors opened, with lights flickering on and emitting a loud buzzing noise. The people faded away with a look of hatred, just like the curly-haired girl. Unnerved but determined, Asahi continued through this alien place and decided to exit the rather strange building. What met Asahi's sight as he pushed the black, rusted metal door open was something unbelievable.
"Where… am I?!"
The sky wasn't normal; it was a deep, dark blue, with four moons behind a massive expanse of cloud pillars. No regular-shaped clouds were visible; only millions of gargantuan, gravity-defying pillars rose skyward. It looked completely different from the sky he saw in Gincad.
"Asahi!" A girl screamed as she sprinted out of the building.
Abruptly, warmth embraced him, pressing her hands against his back. Asahi froze, shocked, gazing at the unknown civilization. Instead of celebrating Aletha's discovery, he spoke in a trembling voice.
"Sis… do you recognize this place?"
She shrugged her shoulders as she gazed upon the unknown territory.
"No, I have no idea."
Both having a vague sensation of unfamiliarity, they raced further atop the massive mountain they were on and saw a large expansive kingdom of ruined buildings, towers, spires, statues, and even more beneath the cliff. As the landscape unfolded, the vines and foliage of this place seemed to have defied the rules of their world.
They examined the building's walls—S marks carved everywhere.
"That….looks like… our mark…" Asahi mumbled as he pointed to his cheek.
Aletha's hands trembled; she couldn't decipher the vague symbols—detached rectangles and erased drawings on the black wall.
"I don't remember this place at all. I don't recognize anything here."
"Me too…"
:// :/// :///: //::// :///
Empty hearts of shadow pits curled dead leaves on the barren ground. Half-crumbling towers loomed, the wings of a massive crashed spaceship scattered toward a cluster of houses. The site combined old and new technologies, with mechanisms and gears scattered across the shattered plains.
Leaves rattled on stone, black trees creaked in the breeze, and their footsteps clapped on cobblestone as they passed more white-haired individuals, each in different clothing but sharing similar physical features. They continued onward despite these encounters.
. . .
Asahi and Aletha discovered a large disk-shaped platform made of steel and deliberate patterns lying at the center of a white pond. The water looked like milk, but with black, curled remains of moss and abandoned nests scattered over its surface. It looked intoxicating as well, seeming to burn through the skin if one were to jump in.
They decided to travel across the bridges expanding over to the ruined cities and avoid the massive cloud pillars stretching upward. The cities were enormous, with meandering tree roots surrounding them; sparkling white essences hung over the metal structures, which appeared to have been laboratories and test areas. Step by step, a sense of anticipation grew as they approached the city's heart.
At the city center, Aletha screamed, pointing up. The center's strange energy drew their eyes skyward.
"ASAHI! LOOK UP!"
He slowly scratched his head and dared not to resist. Asahi's eyes widened in shock, seeing what looked to be the entire nation of Pladtioa upside down, behind a wall of clouds. He swiftly grabbed Aletha's hand and questioned as he panicked through the uneven roads.
"This isn't Gincad. We… are…"
Asahi hunched down to the floor.
"We are upside down… in the sky."
Aletha backed up and screamed, confused.
"WHAT?! H-How does that even make sense?"
Asahi closed his eyes and sighed.
"Don't ask me. Come on, let's explore more of this… strange city."
"Okay…" Aletha answered.
Sunlight filtered through the cracks of the towers. Tree roots snaked over the vast city, whose spires and skyscrapers rose above layers of dead vegetation.
Cloud pillars descended upon some of the towers, enveloping the structures completely and reducing them to dust.
The wanderers walked over and climbed a lengthy staircase, dodging traps and mechanisms along the way. As they moved forward, they realized that the white-haired people they had encountered were all ghosts.
Despite being transparent and able to phase through walls, the ghosts could activate mechanisms as if their consciousness were transferred to their technology.
The wanderers sprinted over the carpet of leaves and saw five to ten bulky, robotic, human-shaped mechanisms chasing them across the bridge.
Asahi and Aletha grasped their blades and deflected the flying lasers, racing down staircases and executing parkour moves over buildings.
They arrived and saw that the world stretched for kilometers, with even more mountain ranges and cloud pillars scattered across the area. But as they finally escaped and reached the end of the massive, ruined city, they approached a forest of black trees and natural, spiraling terraforms stretching up to the upside-down Pladtioa.
Without hesitation, the wanderers raced up the terraform, slaughtering and destroying ancient robots in the process. This encounter and their exploration of this alien kingdom raised even more questions than before. How long has this nation been here? Why are there white-haired individuals here? How did they get so advanced?
How could a nation hide in the sky? How did this device portray the nation? Most importantly, why did the people hate Asahi and Aletha?
. . .
As they advanced up the massive mountain, they saw what looked like a forest of castles lying atop; some floated in the air, while others were engulfed in the suffocating mists of the cloud pillars. Asahi and Aletha's long white hair slowly turned black as they continued to stand there. The winds were a lot tamer the higher they went up.
Strange, isn't it? Usually, the higher the elevation, the stronger the wind. But in this place, it was inverted.
Asahi and Aletha sheathed their swords, spotting dragon statues above deserted mining sites. They stood by the cliffs that stretched into the depths of the clouded void below.
They climbed the last of the crumbled castle's staircases and sat on a rock ledge to take in the view. It genuinely looked like a completely different world to them; the overall size was enough to pique the wanderers' curiosity, prompting them to question what had happened to this place. A completely direct opposite parallel to the world beneath the sky, and this ruined civilization.
To pay heed to what could happen in Pladtioa, the wanderers rushed to find anything that would force them to go there.
Conveniently, a gust the size of two meteor craters was triggered by Asahi pressing a large button and appeared beneath a bridge, extending out to ruined cities filled with mechanisms and turrets.
"Intruders detected. Paranormal authorization succeeded."
Although the technology was old and worn out, it could still fulfill its duties, posing a threat to Asahi and Aletha.
"Follow me…"
The memory of gliding down with Aiyana while their world was demolished filled their minds. They were so young at the time, and now, having experienced so many adventures, they still keep that memory in their hearts.
Without resistance, the wanderers sprinted off the cliff, hoping the wind would propel them.
But surprisingly, as their bodies and shifting hair flew upward to the upside-down perspective of Pladtioa, a loud voice echoed from the distance.
"Don't even think about it."
The perspective of the cloud pillars was inverted, the sky's dark blue shifting to bright azure.
Gravity shifted, and the sea of clouds obstructed the entrance to the nation, with the devices' power finally dimming and flickering. Their legs flailed as they saw themselves falling from the sky.
But just as they could recollect what they saw, all memories of seeing that place had vanished from their heads.
* * * * * * * *
Meanwhile, residing on the ground of Pladtioa, Drimi, Sally, Phthonus, and the others were resurrected from a strange man who emerged from the depths of Pladtioa.
He had light blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, and wore black and cyan attire, similar to the scheme of The Creator. But this man didn't generate any suspicious aura; instead, it was a feeling of trustworthiness and faith.
His arms lifted towards the sky, forming a massive, transparent blue dome that surrounded the entirety of Pladtioa. All people's eyes widened as they saw the man's majestic presence float over their heads. Drimi awakened and scratched her head, feeling numb from the continuous bombardment from the device. She was more confused than afraid. Drimi was greeted by voices.
"Rise and shine, sleepy head. Actually… Never mind, get up. Um… It's hard to describe this, but after we saw that beam in the sky… we were then transported here." It's a muffled voice, but it was understandable.
Drimi's vision cleared, revealing a tan man wearing a dark scarf around his mouth. She swiftly pushed herself up, brushed her shoulders, and turned to her right.
There, Drimi saw an extensive crowd of people. Narcissa and Sally were among them; Sally was pushed forward from the emerging crowd., Where are the wanderers?"
Phthonus raised his eyebrow.
"Oh, them? Well… It's hard to say… but they are; falling from the sky right now."
"FALLING FROM THE SKY?!"
Phthonus pointed to two dark, flailing figures in the sky. Their white hair gleamed in the rising sun, their eyes closed after their encounter with the clouded nation.
"It looks like they have some time before landing. Mind me and my precautions, I must take hold of this myself."
Scampering and entering behind Plados was a beautiful toffee-haired woman with two horn-shaped things on her head. Surprisingly, from that look in her eyes, the man recalled.
"Narcissa, your father is up there. I sense an immense evil aura corrupting his presence."
"P-Plados? I thought you were gone? Weren't you supposed to be transformed into this nation after that ancient war four thousand years ago? What happened?"
He folded his arms and made a facepalm. A weak smile emerged on his face.
"There are a lot of things that people don't know. I'm only here because I sense someone trespassing on the territory of The Sky. No one is supposed to go into The Depths, and this device… from that merciless faction of The Ending, opened it."
Drimi barged in, spread her arms wide, and gestured.
"And… so what? What does that device have to do with this?"
Plados inclined his head, closed his hands, and answered with a serious look in his eyes.
"If that rift to the nation buried in clouds were to remain open, it would attract The Orb of Destruction to spread its destructive essence on not only this world but that world as well. In order to destroy this world, that nation, buried in the sky, would have to be annihilated as well."
He stepped forward and sneered at the wanderers.
"But now's not the time… The Original Rulers of this world have returned."
"Original Rulers?" Drimi, Phthonus, Sally, and the rest of the group questioned.
Plados closed his eyes and unleashed a blue beam up to the wanderers.
"Yes, The Original Rulers of Gincad. The Adtraic Family's world. I highly suspect that their memories of the past have been wiped out, along with the primordial ones, the sovereigns, and the Chutots as well. I don't remember the happenings before, but I do know that whatever curse the Ruler of Purity has didn't originate from Gincad…"
A massive circular blue platform was summoned beneath Asahi and Aletha's feet, thus stopping them from falling. Sadiki plunged right back, with his eyes engulfed in a luminescent purple glow. Narcissa jolted hastily to Plados and screamed.
"That's my father! Please… d-don't kill him…"
An elderly lady, wearing a S-shaped dress, stepped forward, dragging her cane against the dirt, and mumbled with a smile.
"Oh no no no… we aren't going to blatantly KILL the Ruler of Purity, dearie. Actually, Plados and I have been waiting quite a long time for this moment. The Original Rulers interfering with him makes it all the easier."
She hastily dropped her cane and summoned a green-like essence and converged it with Plados' magic. Plados gave a small smile to the elderly woman from Dreamtoe and whispered as the platform was enforced and the wanderers' strength was strengthened.
"Just like old times, Milna."
. . .
Meanwhile, standing on the circular blue platform that Plados had summoned, Asahi and Aletha gulped hard, gazing down at the land below. They were at such a height that if the platform hadn't been summoned, they would have died a long time ago. However, that wasn't the case.
Since the memories from the :// :// have been discarded, the series of events was that just after the device activated, they were all of a sudden transported here.
The strong gusts blew vividly on Asahi and Aletha's silky white hair. The twilight hue of the night faded, revealing a warm, cotton-candy pink emerging from the distant oceans. The sun rose up from the horizon, and above them they could see the stars again.
Sadiki grasped his blade, feeling frenzied pulses pounding on his chest. He couldn't help but feel this electric impulse swirl down his spine, as if something was trying to stay inside him. His eyes were fogged up by purple. He maneuvered his feet across the nearly transparent platform and struck Asahi and Aletha.
Their blades clashed and locked together. The group below watched as the fighters circled, moving in precise, repeating patterns. Above, purple lightning filled the sky. Asahi and Aletha suddenly heard an elderly voice echo in their minds.
"Don't kill him. That boy—you know, he's the Ruler of Purity."
The wanderers gasped and slid to the other side of the platform, staring at Sadiki's face. The elderly voice continued.
He was cursed by otherworldly magic and expelled from Pladtioa. Once mighty, the curse diminished his body and memories. I waited many years, as did her daughter, for this moment. If possible, could you merge my powers with yours? If we succeed, we may be able to separate the evil spirit from Sadiki.
Aletha had no hesitation in asking her.
"Who are you? And why are you asking this?"
The elderly voice replied.
"You're the Adtraic Rulers, correct?"
The wanderers replied quietly.
"Yes."
"Then you're the world's originals. If you destroy that evil, I'll give you some of my magic. Besides, my power could use a younger host."
As Asahi and Aletha dodged Sadiki's attacks, Asahi asked.
"It depends… what power do you mean?"
"A tiny fraction—enough to help, at least. You'll see its true power when you reach Linuxinia."
The wanderers nodded and dropped their blades, feeling the elderly energy merge into their souls. A burst of adrenaline surged through them as voices called out.
"Fluctuate like a bird, and swim like a fish. For the air and space are for all."
Afterwards, their hair and eyes glowed bright green. Magical strings shot from their palms, binding Sadiki. His blade fell, his heart pounded, and his voice shook.
"AH! What are you doing? Don't you know how much danger there is in this world? It must be stopped!"
The elderly voice interfered.
"That's not his true voice. Those creatures of The Ending are in your mind! Rulers—grab those strings. Pull!"
Asahi and Aletha nodded, then reached out and wrapped their fingers over the luminescent green strings. As they did, a massive purple silhouette abruptly emerged from Sadiki's body. The corrupted appearance on him decayed and disintegrated, revealing his true form. He collapsed onto the floor and dropped his blade, having just endured a corrupting curse that had lasted for centuries.
Asahi and Aletha's hair flashed back to white, with their blades shining ever so bright. As dark clouds surrounded the platform, Plados held his magic tightly onto the platform, and the elderly woman burst forth with all her energy; a dark silhouette formed in front of Asahi and Aletha.
"Now, use all of your forces, and slay that corrupted entity once and for all!"
The wanderers nodded, surged at the entity, and struck rapidly. Their speed blurred their hands; from below, the crowd cheered wildly.
"FOR PLADTIOA! GO! GO! GO!"
The dark silhouette summoned two blades and rushed at Asahi and Aletha. Their powers struck back, cutting and hammering with precision, yet the silhouette continued to fight, matching their relentless assault.
"Don't stop now!" cried the elderly woman as the green light flared.
That was when they knew all of Pladtioa was counting on them. In a rush, they surged forward, clashing and forcing the silhouette to disintegrate. Adrenaline pumped through them.
The wanderers unleashed all their strength against the entity, veins bulging and sweat pouring.
As the real Sadiki lay unconscious on the platform, the sun peeked out from the clouds in one powerful gush. The wanderers charged their attack. They marshaled all their forces and pressed forward against the entity. Then, with an overwhelming strike, they pulverized it into nothingness.
As Asahi and Aletha dropped their blades, collapsed to exhaustion, and breathed heavily, everyone in Pladtioa erupted in celebration.
"They did it! Horray!"
As the platform landed, exhaustion overtook the wanderers, and they passed out, ending their ordeal above.
* * * * * * * *
After so much hardship and with no actual reward, the wanderers finally retrieved a portion of their power. It was not much, but it reinvigorated them and motivated Asahi and Aletha to move on from their past and continue their journey.
And even though the memories of exploring that ruined nation had been wiped, there were small smudges of it kept inside their minds.
While the wanderers lay unconscious after the battle, assistance quickly arrived. With the help of Phthonus and Sally, they were escorted to the nearest hospital. Drimi, persuaded by the elderly lady—whose name was Milna—was paid to let the wanderers sail with her to Linuxinina.
Of course, she agreed and even insisted that she would do it for free. Milna chuckled and sighed, turning to Plados, whose appearance was vanishing into thin air.
"Leaving, already?"
Milna's elderly appearance slowly faded to a familiar blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman for a moment. Plados sighed and pointed to Sadiki, asking.
"Take care of the Ruler of Purity, please. I know you saw him as an enemy—but he's suffered enough. I'll talk to the Queen of Wraileza. She's behind this—she manipulated him."
Milna nodded her head and smiled as her elderly appearance faded back.
"I'll make sure to do that. For you, Plados. The true original Ruler of Pladtioa."
"Thank you…" He replied before vanishing into dust.
Milna released a deep sigh, closed her eyes, and demanded of the people.
"Please, escort Sadiki to the nearest hospital."
"Understood, Lady Milna." Replied the group.
Luckily, the nearest hospital was by the Pladtioa docks, a town famous for its ships. It was just a few kilometers from Purefell. Brich offered their carriage, and they accepted. Narcissa left for Deppenpond to talk to the Queen of Destia about the wanderers' deeds, then hurried to the Pladtioa Docks.
. . .
Hours passed, and a new scene opened.
It smelled like white ginger, cinnamon, forge, spices, jasmine, burnt wood, and smoke. He heard the waves sighing and gulls calling. Gates squeaked behind muffled walls. Asahi was welcomed with the soft surface of the bed and quickly recovered. His eyes parted. He released a loud yawn and turned to the window.
"Daylight already?"
Beyond the square pane of the window was the sight of a massive harbor with ships, rock walls, townhouses, and sailors rotating in and out of the docks. The sun filtered through the clear windows, revealing a large wooden room around them, with a few beds, shelves, and other items.
And just by that sight alone, Asahi knew that the others cared about them, and escorted Aletha and him to a better area.
He took a deep sigh and chose to relax some more.
After nearly dying, Asahi rested. Soon Aletha woke, bumping her head on a shelf, which she questioned, but quieted when she saw Drimi, Phthonus, Narcissa, and Sally waiting nearby.
Two slept, while the others rushed over. Drimi, dark-haired and masked, and Narcissa, brown-haired, greeted them. Narcissa knelt gratefully before the wanderers.
"Thank you so much for saving my father. If it weren't for both of you, this nation wouldn't have been here. Now that my father has been healed, the nation has become a lot more friendly."
Drimi barged in, chuckled a little, and nudged Narcissa on the arm.
"Don't worry, kiddos, you're fine and okay. That elderly woman's powers truly helped you recover faster…"
Asahi and Aletha nodded their heads silently. Drimi continued as Sally and Phthonus awakened.
"Anyways, now that I have my weapons… and once you two have got yourselves together, I'm going to prepare my ship. It's going to be a LONG ride to Linuxinia, so I hope you two don't get seasick."
Phthonus hastily rushed to two metal shelves, grabbed what looked like black blades, and gave them to the wanderers.
"My gift is thanks to both of you for changing me. I worked on upgrading your weapons and even added a hint of magic into them to make them stronger to pierce metal."
He clutched his fingers and rubbed them together.
"If it wasn't for the events of Dreamtoe, I wouldn't have changed and would have dwelt on the loss of my lover more. And also, Asahi… if you didn't know… your sister has a great voice and speech talent."
Asahi nodded and inclined his head, smoothly sheathing the new blade toward the luminance of his hip. Remember, his hip acts as his storage; in other words, it's a backpack. Aletha mirrored her brother, jumped up, and stared at the window.
Meanwhile, as Aletha gazed out the window, Drimi swept into the room, exchanged hearty greetings with her sailors, and set about readying her ship for the journey ahead.
After a few minutes, Narcissa grabbed the same suit, earring, and other attire Asahi had worn on their 'date' from her bag and willingly gave it to Asahi, blushing immensely in the process. She whispered while rolling her thumbs.
"Please, take it. You've earned it. Even though our date was an act, you managed to get me through my curse and change me for the better. So, in return… I'm giving you the stuff you wore on the date, so you can attract others better than me."
As Asahi gathered the suit and settled it on his lap, Narcissa let out a soft, nervous giggle and spoke up.
"I will make sure that I will find one suitable for me… someday. Oh! And also… the maids would really love you to visit the palace someday. They were REALLY invested in you."
Asahi scratched his head, his face turned red, and he nodded.
"O-Okay… I-I'll keep note of that."
He tucked the suit away in his magical storage and smiled, warmth flickering in his eyes.
. . .
After receiving gifts from friends, Asahi and Aletha realized true treasure was friendship. Despite their divinity, they reacted like mortals. Sally scratched her head and mumbled.
"If only Belial and Akwan were still here. I'm sure that they know you two are doing well! Don't worry!"
Asahi and Aletha shared a gentle laugh, tucking their gifts safely away. After basking in the glow of their triumph, Drimi's voice rang out, announcing the ship's readiness. The salty sea breeze danced across their faces as they stepped toward the docks, hearts brimming with anticipation for the adventures ahead.
A vast world still awaited their discovery. For Asahi and Aletha, this was only the first page of their grand adventure.
As they stepped onto the docks, their eyes widened at the sight of a colossal dark ship boasting eight to ten billowing sails. Bold purple stripes adorned its prow, while a magenta heart gleamed at the stern. There was no mistaking it—this was Drimi's magnificent vessel.
Asahi and Aletha waved goodbye to Narcissa, Brich, and the others.
"Thanks a lot! We will miss you!" Screamed Aletha with a smile.
People jumped up and all replied.
"Thank you too!"
Drimi smiled and pulled Asahi and Aletha further into the ship, so they wouldn't accidentally lose balance and fall. Sally and Phthonus insisted on going with the wanderers, not just because of following them, but also because they wanted to return to their home nations as well.
As the bridge slowly rolled over, Drimi rang her bell. She grabbed the steering wheel and pointed the wanderers toward the sight of the parting Pladtioa.
The wind caught the sails just right, sending the ship gliding away from the docks and out to open waters. Nearly all of Pladtioa gathered to wave farewell, a sea of hands and heartfelt wishes. The sight tugged at Asahi and Aletha's hearts, but as every adventurer knows, the journey must go on.
Soon, the docks melted into the horizon. Drimi donned her captain's hat with a flourish and gazed up at the endless blue sky.
"Right, now who's READY to go to Linuxinia?!"
A chorus of cheers erupted within the ship, joy and excitement echoing from every corner—even Asahi and Aletha could not contain their delight.
"WE ARE!"
. . .
Sadiki stood watching as the ship slipped away, waving to Narcissa and Milna. A gentle smile played on his lips as the vessel became a speck on the horizon.
"Thank you… wanderers. Thank you so much... for undoing what I thought was impossible. You ARE the original Rulers of this world. And what you two did is just a tiny step to what could be: a better world."
. . .
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