I Wish, I Wish... | Epilogue 1
In the quiet since the trial, the group had taken to issuing final goodbyes, warnings, and gratitude to one another in equal measures. For some, there wasn’t much to say that you hadn’t said during the trial. You had put your lives and hearts on the line to survive and, like Mnemosyne had promised, your efforts were rewarded.
Of course, it would still come at the cost of three individual souls: but the ones in question didn’t seem to argue against it.
Hiro Shiroyama, Akane ‘Rosetta’ Taoka, and Atsushi Teshigawara would be sacrificing themselves, it was agreed. What fate truly held for them was uncertain, but they didn’t consider it a harsh goodbye.
The ground gently shakes beneath you, just for a moment.
“You know? I never thought the end of a world would feel so relieving.” ‘Heart’ smiles up at the cracks in the sky as they walk back out of the dark edges of the rooftop. “I’m glad I can see the stars one last time. The real ones, that is. It’s been a while.”
Looking at them, you notice their signature star clip is gone. Following them is Mira Shiroyama, who is clutching something large and glittering in her palm. The corners of her eyes seem red with irritation, but she puts a hand on the fragment’s shoulder and follows their gaze. It seems the estranged siblings did find some final moments of quiet together.
“It is really pretty, huh...?” clearing her throat, she looks around to those gathered. Her serious expression finally eases into a soft, easy smile. “While it’s sad to say goodbye... it appears it’s about that time. Moriko-san, and the rest of the dearly departed, I ask that you gather around me.”
While you hadn’t noticed it before, the group that arrives at the angel’s side is larger than you may have realized. Some of the ghosts walk hand-in-hand while others stand with their arms slung around one another. A handful linger with the living for a few more moments, reluctant to let go but content with their final chances to say goodbye.
Were it not for all of you, these thirty-odd souls would have never had this new chance at happiness in the first place. Most notably though, you will notice Atsushi and Moriko standing with them.
Another tremor shakes the ground, stronger than the first. However, this one does not stop shaking the tower which the Magi had reluctantly lived for the past few months. Instead, it grows more violent.
“Well,” says Minibey. “That... that should do it-”
The sky overhead fractures like a pane of glass. As it comes crashing down, raining in a million shards of prismatic colors, the fake Incubator’s voice can be heard over the cacophony.
“The wish is complete. Consider me getting you home safely, erm... to be free of charge. Good luck out there.”
A dome of white energy forms over the Magi from the third killing game, lulling killers, victims, and survivors into a state between awake and dreaming.
The surroundings blur and fuzz at the edges. Your consciousness fades...