Story Reader / Alternative Interpretation / Derived from Matrix / Story
The battle's over, the enemies are gone, but that Red Tide's still creeping in.
Countdown hits zero, and everything's swallowed by that nasty red, dragged into a pit of despair.
Jetavie keels over out of nowhere, her tiny frame cradled in your arms.
Her once-beautiful face, now marked with crimson lines, fractures like shattered glass.
They were probably caused by an earlier arrow hit she never let on about.
I must look like a real mess now, right? Always ending up like this.
You're still just as sweet as always... every single time. Kind of annoying, to be honest.
But, uh, sorry, Chosen One, it's another swing and a miss.
No time to set up a quarantine zone, and whipping up a simulated vaccine is unlikely...
The virus has pretty much taken over everything, spreading like wildfire through the system.
The thing that wrecks this whole world.
Some beast that busted through the firewall like it was nothing.
Even if the defense systems hold up, trying to patch things up? Pointless.
No time for explanations now...
Like I said, when that countdown hits zero, it's game over for the world.
Without that crucial item, we're stuck in this confined space.
Access Key.
Suddenly, a headache hits you, and a sense of deja vu flits through your mind.
<color=#ff0e0e>The key</color>, vital for you, the ticket out of here...
In past futile attempts, you and Jetavie missed it by a hair's breadth.
Ringing a bell for you now?
Jetavie starts to stiffen up, struggling to reach out and touch your face.
Hapless bubbles, hmph.
I'm about to fade away like bubbles along with the end of everything.
Even though it's been a beautiful, fleeting ride, we shared some solid moments, didn't we?
Scenes played out over and over, yet never lost their shine, right?
Look at me, chatting away to myself again. Bit loopy, am I?
Like I've said, Chosen One, the game's not over yet.
Maybe next time, we'll run a bit faster, reach a bit farther.
When you cross paths with the next Jetavie, try not to be so soft on her.
Otherwise, you'll end up right back in this mawkish mess.
Really now...
Jetavie lets go of your hand, slowly placing it over her chest.
Streams of red light burst out from the cracks in her chest like fireworks.
Jetavie spreads her arms, hovering lightly in mid-air, offering a hug to this wild world.
Calling upon all the computing power to rewrite the main system from the inside out.
Use my body as the key to open the link once more!
Now, force start the restoration program!
Farewell, Chosen One.
As Jetavie bids farewell, her figure fades away in a dazzling light.
At the edge of the sky, a dark curtain begins to unfurl, shrouding everything in its path.
The shadowy mass spreads in every direction, its tendrils reaching out to engulf the Red Tide and swallow it into oblivion.
In the blink of an eye, the world crumbles, and you're swallowed by that bleak darkness.
Suddenly, you find yourself back in the familiar Sea of Darkness, hearing echoes from one shore while glimpsing flickering lights from the other.
As your memories wane and your existence fades, you stumble upon a cradle wrapped in emptiness.
The entity within stirs, signaling new possibilities on the horizon.
Before your life melds with another's, you still hold a deep fondness for this world.
With gentle words, you reassure this embryonic potential...
