It doesn't matter how the game ends;
It doesn't matter who wins.
It doesn't matter if Prospit is destroyed;
Nor does it matter if Derse is.
The battlefield torn apart;
Because nothing can escape the Miles.
The Heir, the Knight, the Seer, the Witch;
They can all rise up.
They may fight a war,
Initiate the end to eternal stalemate between two opposing forces,
Light the Forge,
Create the Universe,
Solve the Ultimate Riddle,
Claim the reward, beat the system.
But have they really ever beat it?
In a game of wits with Light against Dark,
Where Light is always destined to lose.
Restart the session, maybe you will.
But in the end, it doesn't matter.
Because in the end,
We're all just