[ As the realm around them fades into nothingness, Mythra alone becomes the only source of light within the void. Noctis remains beside her, and then the visions begin.
They are relentless, flashes of minutes, hours, days, and years torrenting past them like a stream of consciousness, distressed and urgent, yearning and searching.The visions branch and break, mold and snap, converge and cease, blurring and colliding into each other as the future is searched for possibility. What will the future hold, if she does not beg for destruction of herself, if the Architect does not grant her request? The visions do not tell of time, of how long until the end may come, but of only the end that will.
The vision shows a sphere backlit by the sun; in space, all is silent. A light shines and shoots around the globe, and when it returns to its origin point, a great burst of white light shoots outward, consuming all of the universe. Silence follows.
And now Noctis is alone, save for being seated next to light-- the familiar teal-emerald light, shining as a beacon of all.
"I was here at the beginning," says the source of light, its rays remaining at a constant so as to seem solid within the void. "And I will proclaim the end." ]
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They are relentless, flashes of minutes, hours, days, and years torrenting past them like a stream of consciousness, distressed and urgent, yearning and searching.The visions branch and break, mold and snap, converge and cease, blurring and colliding into each other as the future is searched for possibility. What will the future hold, if she does not beg for destruction of herself, if the Architect does not grant her request? The visions do not tell of time, of how long until the end may come, but of only the end that will.
The vision shows a sphere backlit by the sun; in space, all is silent. A light shines and shoots around the globe, and when it returns to its origin point, a great burst of white light shoots outward, consuming all of the universe. Silence follows.
And now Noctis is alone, save for being seated next to light-- the familiar teal-emerald light, shining as a beacon of all.
"I was here at the beginning," says the source of light, its rays remaining at a constant so as to seem solid within the void. "And I will proclaim the end." ]