Your name is Frisk.
You’re living a normal life in a normal city in a normal suburb in a normal family.
Your completely normal parents drive you to a normal school every normal day of the normal week.
When the normal weekend rolls by, you watch normal cartoons on a normal channel and do your normal children things.
Absolutely, totally, definitely normal.
………………………
That was what you would have said if you had fallen into their deception. But you didn’t.
You knew better than anyone else that this supposedly normal world was all an illusion. If it was really that normal, the residents didn’t need to keep telling you about it. That was a prime example of stupid circular logic.
Sure it was nice to see your biological parents again, but you refuse to accept this sugar-coated lie.
You’re Determined to expose the truth!
The light of your star peeled away the fake reality, exposing the chaotic swirls of red and black. Curses upon curses screamed out from the depths, accusing and scolding you for refusing their offer.
“How dare you, brat?”
“We were being generous!”
“Ungrateful piece of shit!”
You couldn’t see anything beyond the nauseating swirls. Yet, the voices continued to haunt you from every direction.
So… this was what Mezil had to endure. No wonder he was so confused. If that’s the case, you’re determined to do absolutely nothing!
You sat down and covered your ears. Channel the laziest laze known to humanity! If you try to fight, you might accidentally kill someone innocent. Heck, even if they’re not innocent, you refuse to harm them. You want to prove to the Tsunderjudge that you can -- and will -- control your powers.
It didn’t matter if they begged, chided, or whispered. You’re just going to ignore everything those demons say. Sooner or later, Papyrus or someone else will come to your aid.
A man’s shadow appeared. Tiny sparks of electricity scuttled across his form. You immediately knew who it was. Finally, Persona showed his ugly mug. His presence only increased your resolve to stay put.
He didn’t try to get any closer. Maybe he’s wary about your immense magical strength? You just defeated Mezil at his own game. Persona won’t be able to do anything.
“Not to your taste?” he asked. “I even took extra care in replicating your parents.”
It’s been a long time since you last heard his regular voice. Still, you refused to answer him. Nothing good can come from this man.
“Stubborn little child. I can see why Chara chose you to be their Persona.”
Chara?
No!
Don’t reply!
Don’t answer!
Don’t move!
Don’t! Do! Anything!
“Hah. You think that staying mute is enough to test my patience? How naive. How very, very, naive.”
He sat down on the ground, lowering himself to the same level as you. Aha, he’s trying to be friendly. That would work for other children, but not you. You know better.
Persona said: “This is the first time we’re speaking face-to-face, alone. No third parties to help or to meddle. Aren’t you curious?”
Of course you’re curious. For a long time, you wondered what his life was like. Did he have loving parents? What about other relatives? Friends? Did he do well in school?--
No no no no no no stop! Don’t say anything. Be determined!
“Well… I never needed your explicit permission. So, let me tell you, my parents were the best one could ask for. Excellent teachers who set a good example. Their talents outshone their flaws.”
“One particular relative challenged me long ago. She was not a Chosen One, yet she insisted that she will rise to godhood. So she jumped into Mount Ebott in order to ascend. You now know her as The Blue Child. A predictable outcome.”
“I got along great with the other children. They sought a leader, and a leader I am. School? I took it as a worthy challenge! Put all my efforts to be a part of the top five. And no, Wallflower Winston was never my rival. He was so behind in class, he was part of the invisible rabble. Good grades in Math and English alone can only go so far.”
He answered all your deepest questions without needing to hear them.
What the hell?! Is he a mind reader?!
“You just answered your own question. I know what’s on your mind. You want to ask if life is unfair. Why yes, it is. Even toddlers figure that out. It is often taught by their parents, when they selfishly exercise authority over their children.”
“But you know what, Frisk? Unfairness works in your favour. After all, you’re born with divinity. Do you deserve it? No. I’m very sure there’s another orphan out in the world who was a better, kinder, stronger boy or girl. And yet, fate has chosen you.”
You… you couldn‘t argue with him even if you wanted to.
“Listen. This ‘justice’ you know is an artificial construct. It’s a pact agreed upon by society, imposed on others to maintain the status quo. To restrict the gifts of divinity in its name is heresy unto itself. And that is why The Magus Association is anathema to a Chosen One.”
“You want to know what’s truly unfair? Is that despite being gods, we grow old and die. Vanish without a trace, as if we’ve never existed. What about our souls, you might ask? If the Great Ebott Razing is of any indication, those too have limited shelf life. Their minds eventually degrade. Slowly, yet surely.”
“Not surprising, if you ask me. My ancestors spent their days either cooped up in a jar, or roaming the fields aimlessly. I refuse to perish in such a pitiful way.”
Despite your better judgement, you opened your mouth and asked: What about The Almighty?
A surge of sparks rippled throughout Persona. “That… thing… I shall never kneel before it. Do you know what it does? It judges: from the lowliest worm to the greatest of gods. If no one escapes death, then no one escapes its judgement. Why would I ever need the approval of some otherworldly being? Just because some myth says it created the universe? Just because an eldritch monstrosity calls itself the god above all gods?”
“Bah. It allowed an unjust world to exist, only to enact justice by its standards. I cannot abide by that nonsense! Why give the illusion of freedom at all? Either let humanity become as gods unfettered, or command all to yield from the very beginning!”
Wait a minute. How can justice be a ‘stupid human construct’ if The Almighty is the embodiment of judgement? Persona just contradicted himself! What a doodoobutt.
Oh… You get it now. He’s afraid.
Persona was taken aback. “What?!”
Yeah. He’s scared of The Almighty, the one entity he could never defeat no matter how hard he tries. All that rant about ‘justice’ and ‘judgement’ was just a big talk to mask his real feelings.
You don’t get why Persona can’t just accept the fact that he’s weak. You bet that he can’t overpower you in a contest of Determination either.
“Me, afraid? Such childish taunting! I could take you down at any time. And I’ll prove it to you right here and now: your god commands you to stand!”
Hah, who’s the childish one now? He’s not even using his Determination infused voice--
And yet, you stood up.
Why?
How?
Sit down! Sit down, dammit!
Your body refused to obey you. Terror and confusion filled your heart.
“A little biology lesson for you,” said Persona. “Humans run on electricity. Bioelectricity. My Mark is a bolt of lightning. Have you put two and two together yet? Your god commands you to answer.”
Against your will, you spoke the following words:
It means that Persona has dominion over anything that uses electrical currents. He doesn’t need to resort to HVMs, what the Magi call ‘High Volition Marks’.
“Hmm. You’re well read. Those are quite the technical words coming out of a ten year old’s mouth. But yes, you’re correct. Just being in my presence is enough to cause subtle shifts and suggestions. If you can be manipulated that easily, can you truly say you have free will?”
“Again, you’re faced with another injustice. You have the willpower to destroy the world, yet you can’t resist a ‘lesser’ will. Your god commands you to walk forward.”
Your foot took a step forward. It felt natural, as though you’ve always wanted to do this.
No!
No no no no no!
Resist it! Deny him!
You’re Determined to-- obey.
Obey. Obey. Obey. Obey.
Wrong! Not obey! Resist! Resist!
You continued to walk. And walk. And walk. You walked until you’re up close against Persona’s shadow. His arrogant grin rubbed defeat in your face.
“Hah. I expected more resistance from the child who broke Wallflower Winston. For ten whole years, I’ve failed to corrupt him from within. And yet… you succeeded in ten minutes. Peeled away his defenses faster than anything I could imagine! Thanks to you, his life has been forfeit.”
Huh? W-what does he mean?
“He imposed death upon you, did he not? According to Magi law, anyone who casts the greatest divine authority will be condemned as a ‘Fallen’. Supreme Judges are not exempted from this. It’s only a matter of time before their own rules backfire.”
Because of you… Because of this man… Tsunderjudge… Mezil… your mentor… your friend…. will be executed?
“That’s right. Under enemy influence or not, plenty will use this particular mistake as an excuse to drag him to the gallows.”
Horrifying guilt crushed your heart. Indignant rage boiled your blood. You screamed and cried, ashamed that you had failed to see such an obvious trap.
If this was the outcome, why did Papyrus confidently lead you down this path?
Is this what Papyrus truly wanted?
Is this really the best timeline?
Why???
“Crying is useless. There IS a way to fix this. Just press the button, and this whole mess will cease to exist.”
You grit your teeth. Mezil’s True RESET, right? That’s the obvious answer. It’s the only available option when the keys are in flux!
“Indeed. Do it, and he might be saved. You will also free yourself from your own suffering. Let yourself return to nonexistence.”
NO FUCKING WAY!!!
That’s almost exactly what Sans offered! And that deal ended in a complete dumpster fire! You’re never gonna make that mistake again! Never!
Come up with something more creative, Persona!
“Jumping to conclusions, are we? How impudent. That skeletal heretic had no true power over time, and therefore he succumbed to its curse. I, on the other hand, have lived through every scenario Winston ever devised. I’ve learned all the limitations and possibilities from the Sky Witch’s lifetime of experiments.”
“For example, applying a Mark to an object allows it to persist through time travel. But it cannot go to a time before it was blessed. A clay bowl will lose its blessing and return to being an unformed lump if time rewound to before its creation. That phenomenon proves that even with the Keys of Fate, it’s impossible to bring objects from the future into the distant past.”
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“Yet… in The Sacred Realm, the Land of the Gods, such laws do not apply. Dreams are realized. Hopes are made tangible. Thoughts are given form. Imagination is the limit. That is the rightful heritage of The Chosen!”
“Once I gain victory in that blasted War of the Red Victory, I shall rebuild the Vampire’s network of Determination and secure the entrance to The Sacred Realm. Then, I shall move the worthy out of this useless world and into a new Eden in the Void."
“As for the decaying mess you call ‘reality’? I will subject it to eternal stasis. One year, forever repeating. No amount of scheming shall ever reach my paradise. As soon as my adversaries rise up, The Keys of Fate will undo their hard-earned efforts.”
Wait, what? What about Mezil? Lady Lucy? The Grandmaster?!
“Worry not, I shall be magnanimous, befitting my status as a god. Your favourite ‘Lady Lucy’ shall be privileged to be my master architect. The Grandmaster shall get his long overdue retirement in exile. As for Wallflower Winston? If he stays a wallflower, he gets to live the rest of his life in peaceful mundanity.”
That means he’ll never meet his wife. Isn’t that the same as murdering them? How can Persona be so cruel?!
“Silly child. That’s the opposite of cruelty. A person cannot mourn for someone that they never knew existed. In my grand vision, Lucidia of Berendin shall remain as a pure princess, watching over paradise itself, never corrupting herself into the tragic Sky Witch.”
You still don’t understand. Persona’s grand vision sounds overly complicated. What would any of that even accomplish?
“I speak of eternal life, child! Paradise for the Chosen! We shall live as gods, apart from a stagnant world, where the unworthy are none the wiser. My primary wife and her firstborn son, Aiden, shall be the first to taste its sweet fruit.”
…Seriously? Eternal life? That’s the stuff of fantasy, doomed for failure.
“Hah! That’s because they try to only preserve themselves. Selfish fools. What’s the point of perpetual youth if the world around you rots away?”
“With my methods, gods like you and I can grow without losing our vitality. Meanwhile, the unworthy wouldn’t even notice. Isn’t that a fair compromise?”
“No one will age. No one will decay. No one will die. For you and for everyone.”
His offer was difficult to resist. It’s a noble cause that you had surrendered due to your circumstances.
But, what if he could do it? Once he solved both the War of the Red Victory and the big Aratet conflict, the world would be at peace. That would require several years at most, if Mezil’s results were anything to go by.
As for you? Maybe your existence was a mistake. You’re a walking bomb, capable of destroying reality. Without you, The End won’t come.
And yet… despite everything… you don’t trust Persona. Even if he made a promise, there’s nothing preventing him from breaking it. You have no idea what he would do as the god of the new world.
Consequences give exceptions to no one, not even a god!
You refuse to give in!
“I don’t need your permission. I was just being nice. But, since you’ve spat me in the face… You’ve left yourself with no other choice.”
Persona hovered his hand over your head. You don’t like this.
Not. At. All.
Electric sparks coursed through his muscular shadow. He spoke with his DT-enhanced voice, pulling out all the stops:
“Frisk Wanderstar. Keybearer of Fate. Seek Winston’s origin within the time stream. Rewind the clock and banish these past 25 years from the annals of history!”
“Your god commands--”
A flash of light suddenly engulfed you, turning your SOUL Purple. It looked like the beam of a Gasterblaster. But, it didn’t hurt. Sans’ lasers always hurt.
Magic whisked you off the ground in the midst of your confusion and dragged you towards your right continuously. It’s like your entire being was bound to something in the far-off distance.
The DEMON tried to chase after you. That’s when you saw a huge crane skull swerve out from the chaotic darkness. It opened its long beak and shot Persona, then it dragged him away into the opposite direction of your flight.
Huh?! That Blaster DEFINITELY doesn’t belong to Sans! You’re super sure he doesn’t have any bird-related designs in his arsenal.
A pair of thin arms caught you. They felt smaller and daintier compared to either Sans or Papyrus.
“Query: are you alright?”
That speech pattern…! When you looked up, you recognized the near-human features of Lady Lucidia herself. Her dual Seer’s Eyes burned together. Blue-purple and green-purple.
Your jaw dropped. How did she enter your Determination-infested consciousness unharmed?
“Summary: I connected to this space via The Seraph System, relying on its power to maintain my true shape. Further specifics are too detailed for our current situation. Escape is of top priority.”
Escape? Can’t she just poof you out of this mess?
“Negative. Persona is actively keeping you trapped, preventing instantaneous extraction. We will need to evacuate to the designated exit point.”
Carrying you in her arms, Lady Lucy started to fly away.
You asked to see the device, which she showed to you without a moment of hesitation. Although it’s half-built, you recognized the base design.
Did… Sans give this to you? Why?
Lucidia glanced to the side. “Objective: uncertain. He was trying to get past the Spirit Gate, but was barred from entry. All he said was that he trusts me because I am ‘Little Miss Lucy’.”
That doesn’t make any sense!
“Complex clarifications can wait. Repeat: Escape is of top priority.”
At the very least, while you’re flying, you’d like to know what’s happening outside. Did you hurt anyone?
“Negative, you did not. You’ve remained still for the whole duration. Papyrus has instructed others to not take any action. Meanwhile, Sir Grillenn has volunteered to escort the Jurors to a safe corner of the Hub.”
How’s the Tsunderjudge?
“Unconscious, but stable. His uncle, Edmund, is watching over him. That’s why I’ve decided to focus my efforts on your current predicament.”
You’re relieved that everyone is okay.
Your nose picked up the tingle of electricity. Oh no. That had to be none other than Persona!
Lady Lucidia’s blue butterfly brooch glowed faintly. You felt Mezil’s familiar brand of Determination flowing through that piece of jewelry. Aha! You now understand that the brooch served as the Seraph System’s DT battery.
“Activating Template: Papyrus.” Upon that moment, her right Eye changed colours from green-purple to blue-green-orange.
Whoa! She started to dodge bolts of lightning with the fluid flight of an ace pilot! You clung unto her for your dear life!
Meanwhile, the proverbial thunderstorm approached nearer and nearer. Persona is closing in!
“Activating Template: Sans Serif.”
Her right Eye returned to normal, while her Left Eye switched from blue-purple into cyan-purple-yellow. Multiple magic circles spawned behind her and fired a bombardment of lasers with great accuracy, mimicking Sans’ Gasterblasters.
It’s working! Yes! Maybe this is the way to beat that stupid doodoobutt DEMON!
“Do you really think The World will let you escape, Witch? After how you and the Vampire trapped them in this substandard existence?”
“All you resentful souls, your god commands you: hinder and confine!”
A great swarm of evil butterflies shot out from the depths. Each insect exuded screaming faces of hate and contempt.
They kept trying to crash into you and Lady Lucy. Were they just trying to hurt you? Or do they want to eat you alive? You don’t want to find out.
Lady Lucy switched to Papyrus mode again to swerve around the demonic flying creatures, but the density of them increased evermore.
C’mon, fly faster! At this rate they’ll overwhelm us before reaching to exit!
“Negative,” she replied. “My Determination reserves will deplete too rapidly. If I overextend, you will be left behind for Persona to finish the deed.”
What if you break the Claim on the bad guys? Diminish Persona’s allies, the size of the swarm should shrink.
“Negative. That will send the corruption back to my husband and wake him from his slumber. Your friends will be in grave danger.”
Then… then… We’ll bust out of this danger with an Orange Star. Make a run to the exit!
You tried to charge your SOUL to cast a Mark…
…But an emotional blockade prevented you from acting bravely.
What? Why? Why now? This is the WORST moment to fail!
“Activating template: Sans and Papyrus.”
Her Eyes burned with the colours of both brothers. The swiftness of her flight returned, dodging the demonic swarm of insects while shooting them down. It’s a full on shmup session!
But then, she shut her eyes and winced. W-what’s happening Lady Lucy?
“…Headaches… Overburn symptoms… Determination levels, depleted…”
Oh no! The fire sputtered and her enhancements faltered. This was what she meant about ‘overextending’.
You saw the exit: a small glowing light in the midst of the darkness. Argh! You were so close!
“Returning to default.”
Lady Lucidia switched back to her original colours and created a bubble of green shields. The swarm gathered without mercy. If it weren’t for her protection, you would have been smothered.
Spirits of the damned continued to grind against the shield. It seems that doodoobutt was trying real hard to wear Lady Lucy down… He’s determined.
What the hell, Persona? Is he trying to kill you?! Doesn’t he need your body to rewind time???
His voice boomed unhindered. “Do you think you have the trump card, child? Hilarious. I don’t need you whole. I need you broken: either your will or your body.”
…You seethed in rage. He’s one of those goddamn ‘Floweys’ that Asriel had warned you about!
Once again, you thought of blowing up the enemies with your magic, like Mezil had tried. But you changed your mind when you realised that Lady Lucy might end up as collateral damage.
Ugh! There has to be some other way to use your power without becoming a living nuclear bomb! Think Frisk, think!
“Admission: I’ve eavesdropped on the conversation you had with Persona. It is a familiar topic. The Scriptures cover similar ground.”
Oooh? Does that mean she knows the right verses to put you back on your feet? Or some other pep talk motivational speech?
“…Ecclesiastes 1:14. ‘I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind’.”
W-wait, that’s not what you’re expecting.
“7:15. ‘In this meaningless life of mine I have seen both of these: the righteous perishing in their righteousness, and the wicked living long in their wickedness’.”
…Lady Lucy?
“9:3. ‘This is the evil in everything that happens under the sun: The same destiny overtakes all. The hearts of people, moreover, are full of evil and there is madness in their hearts while they live, and afterward they join the dead’.”
Stop.
Please, just stop.
You don’t want to listen any more.
…What was that for? You thought she’s here to help, not hurt. She sounded just like Sans and all his nihilism.
“Reason: I don’t want to deceive you. The ancients had long agreed that life is full of pain, suffering, and injustice. And no matter how great or small you are, everyone will reach the same destination.”
What about The Grandmaster? He’s practically immortal! Red Liches never age, never get sick, and never lose their minds!
“An existing state doesn’t equate to a future state. The Grandmaster could die at any point from an accident or an assassination. He might even die from old age without warning. There’s no one who knows his true lifespan. He’s long-living at best.”
“…Personal observation: entities sustained by Determination require a stable mind. Grandpa’s faith in The Almighty is the only thing that keeps him going. I cannot guarantee the same for any future Red Liches. That includes my husband, should he choose to become one.”
She continued, “Who am I to point fingers at Persona? I’ve been blessed to spend more time with my husband than anyone could dream of. Some of our happiest moments come from the manipulation of the cosmos, when events were routine and expected. Or when we retired for respite in The Hub, to rest without worrying about the physical world. I didn’t need to fear wicked surprises killing my Mezil.”
“Our Hub is our slice of paradise. It’s tempting to stay there forever.”
Tears formed on her sockets, making her blink more than usual. She must have struggled with these guilty thoughts for a long time. It made you feel very bad for getting angry at her.
If they’re in that kind of situation… Why didn’t Mezil and Lucy do the same as Persona plans to do? Have a perpetual honeymoon and so on. Nobody will know, right? The Grandmaster wouldn’t mind being safe either.
“Negative: The Grandmaster would be the first to oppose. He reasoned that if time stagnates, there would be no healing. Certainly, death may not come, but wounds would never mend either.”
“Imagine if you had a cut at the beginning of the year. Or a bruised nerve. Or a broken bone. Whenever time rewinds back to that point, you would suffer that same injury all over again. I’ve already seen this happen many, many times… especially with the Year of Judgement.”
The thought of perpetual pain made you cringe. Isn’t that a type of hell? How the heck does Persona think it’s better for everyone?
“Even so, it’s better than dying.”
Okay, so, what’s the answer? There has to be an answer after thousands and thousands of years! Right?
…Right?
“Other than relying on The Almighty -- as the ancients had professed -- I do not have an answer. I truly don’t. I’m unable to formulate a logical response that’s not religious in nature or some form of philosophical nihilism.”
Her inner despair weakened Lady Lucy’s magic, while the swarm continued to close in.
“…I’m sorry, Frisk. It appears that Sans Serif’s faith in me was misplaced. I’m not strong enough to save you.”
No. It’s not Lady Lucy’s fault. We’re in this predicament because you had thoroughly underestimated your enemy.
Sans didn’t make a mistake either. Other than himself, Lady Lucy would be the one with the most experience when it comes to timey-wimey angst and existential crisis.
You’re grateful that she chose to be honest with her pain, as opposed to resorting to child-friendly nonsense. This was something that you needed to contend with sooner or later.
Last but not least, you’re sorry for being bratty. You shouldn’t have shut her up like that.
“Thank you, Crimson Keeper.”
Wait.
That’s right, you’re a Crimson Keeper!
Like you, there have to be people who don’t hate Mezil. What about cool grandpa Edmund? What about Harbinger V2? If Persona can command haters to do his bidding, then you should be able to call upon the supporters!
You’re Determined to call out for help!
You don’t care if Persona is right or wrong. Just get us out of here!
Someone! Anyone! HELP!!!
At first, nobody came. Your heart sank deeper in despair.
But not long after… you heard a voice pierce through the crushing swarm.
“And thus The Almighty declared: ‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death, or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away’.”
Lucidia gasped in surprise. “Grandpa?”
The Grandmaster heard your plea!
He continued: “As long as the current order of the world exists, one cannot escape from meaningless uncertainty. But it is promised that such suffering won’t last forever. For the golden future to manifest, time must progress.”
What if The Grandmaster’s faith is wrong?
“If it turns out that my current interpretation is inaccurate, then I shall repent and look again from a different angle. Fear of errors shouldn’t prevent anyone from acting.”
“Enough about me. Open your ears, youth! Hear the voices of those who are on your side!”
The warmth of hope wrapped over your shoulder. Did someone hug you in the real world? Someone, or many?
You’re beginning to hear whispers of encouragement. They’re drowning out the curses that condemned you.
“Kid, you can do it! You ain’t a Crimson Keeper for nothing!”
“Don’t let the bad guys walk over you!”
“You gotta pull through. You have much to live for.”
At the very end, you heard Papyrus. His voice lacked the usual caps-lock boom. It was quiet. Small. Like the times when he got truly down to earth after a bout of drinking.
“Frisk,” so he said, “I love more than just humankind and monsterkind. I love the air, the water, the sky, and the earth. I love the flora and the fauna, even when they annoy me. I love this planet and all who live on it. I’ve come to love despite their imperfections… despite their ability to hurt.”
“Because of that, I want to create a future where everyone has a chance to choose good. And I mean everyone. Including you. So please… allow this selfish dream of mine to exist. I will bear this burden for as long as I live.”
Persona must have heard all of that too, because he retorted: “That burden will crush you to dust, foolish Oracle. It’s the same for all the others who lived before you.”
“And that is fine,” he replied back. “Meanwhile… I -- The Great Papyrus -- shall do my best to keep my promise.”
A surge of energy filled your SOUL. It contained all the blessings and cheers from those who refused to take Persona’s side. That’s your proof that not everyone hated Mezil’s guts.
You’ve made your decision.
You’re not gonna exterminate the swarm that threatened to crush you.
You’re not even going to tap into your Determination alone.
You’re going to make Persona go through the Trial of the Crimson Hall as himself! He had dodged rigorous judgement, right? That’s totally unfair!
Therefore, you repeated the same command.
You’re Determined to call out for help!
Friends!
Strangers!
Anyone who’s on your side, banish Persona out of the network!
By the name of Frisk Wanderstar, your power of wishes shall be their strength!!!
The air rumbled. Thunder cracked. An unearthly screech echoed. Your mind couldn’t keep up, but you could feel that the realm of curses was being torn apart by the hands of your allies.
The swarm dispersed. Yes, an opening! You tugged Lady Lucy’s sleeve and pointed towards the glowing light.
With renewed hopes, she flew through the exit.
Thus, at the height of the chaos, you woke up from the nightmare. Friendly faces welcomed you with glad hugs.
It’s good to be back, but… you warned them that it’s not over yet.
A black and red cloud of electricity had gathered in the center of The Crimson Hall. Persona was successfully ejected from your consciousness. Which meant that you and your plucky team needed to face him at his most wrathful.
The final phase begins now.