[You take a step through the rusted gateway; chains rattling at your heel as you push them aside.]

[A musky smell hits your nose as the air becomes damper around the building, leaving specks of dust to cling to your tattered jumper.]

[The barren night sky seeps into the cracked windows of the hall, leaving it with nothing but grey pillars and a solemn silence that echoes throughout.]

[Squinting, you can just make out a stout figure hobbling out from the shadows near the doorway at the end.]

[In a breathy voice, he speaks...] 

* it took so long...

* and with so much effort...

* why did we even do this? 

* there's absolutely nothing left, apart from us.

* nothing left to do...

* no more chances to go back... 

* i think even if i could, i wouldn't.

* we've changed the world. 

* but not in any significant way, i suppose.

* at least not in any way that people outside of this shithole would care about. 

* you're just some missing child.

* and i'm another thing that history forgot. 

* after this, everything is done. 

* and you won't even be able get out of here, because nobody knew where the souls were, and I sure as hell couldn't get them out of the king. 

* ... 

* at least it doesn't matter who wins this time.

* but i'll tell you what... 

* I'm just about ready to see everyone again.