Afterword

Your flag has been torn down from the city walls, your regime has fallen, and your past prowess has become the stuff of a demon king's legend. To whom did you once sing your ideals and songs?

You and your beautiful new world: were they ever beautiful, ever alive? Today, all that remains is a ruined universe. Will you return?

Back then, apart from you, who else could I follow?

Today, apart from you, who else can I worship?

Theme: Not sure yet