The final moments of the 3rd floor, the ongoing celebration, the happiness along with the sadness that one cannot ignore, and the presence of the players who know about the floor's nature.
As the bonfire flames illuminated the dimly lit evening streets, KiRA and Izzy watched the celebration from a certain nearby inn, in a new room they weren't familiar with.
As they watched, the people, the natives who had lost their close ones, spent their time with their comrades and their families.
They talked about the late soldiers and how they fought on the battlefield, they talked about their lives before the battle, how they had lived, and what they had left behind.
The children were sad that they would never see their fathers, brothers, sisters, or mothers ever again. If they had older siblings, the kids were preparing to look after the younger ones without hesitation.
