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The asteroid looms impossibly large overhead, and the air grows stiflingly hot as the world itself begins to rumble. High overhead, the dome of green energy shudders, twists, and finally shatters, and Pathfinders’ bodies begin melting into flowing particles as the world slips away.
Just as quickly, you stumble as Bloodwatered Meadow coalesces beneath your feet, as it does for countless other Society agents. The wildflowers bob lazily in the wind, and nothing but a few still bodies stand as testament to the bloodshed and struggle of the past five hours. Kreighton Shaine, looking several years older, staggers to his feet and gives a nervous chuckle before climbing up a small knoll and waving his arms for the crowd’s attention.
“What we have all witnessed here today has been a remarkably journey that included sights no living soul on Golarion has witnessed. The Sky Key has allowed us to walk among the serpentfolk and Azlanti, gazing upon several of the greatest events to shape Golarion and the region that would one day become the Inner Sea. Let the catastrophe that we witnessed and narrowly escaped humble us and teach us so that we might find value in preserving the messages and wisdom those lost people may have left behind for us to discover. I think we all have some responsibility to remember those who passed so that our modern world can exist.
“You have all observed great things and have notes to share. This much is certain. But for now, let us… let us simply take a few days to reflect. The Society, I imagine, will send agents to collect your notes and interview you about your experiences. Until then, find your families and loved ones, as I know I shall. Failing that, find some passion that ties you to the here and now, and embrace it.
“We survived, Pathfinders. I am proud of your unrivaled accomplishment!”
Roderick lobs two bombs at the idealized simulacrum — setting her aflame. Lya slices into her with her glaive and sands begin to tumble down into the pool as if from a broken hourglass.
Fairbeaks leaps across the chasm once — twice — then bites at the simulated Arodeth before his dwarven companion drives the tetsubo home. More sand falls.
Finally, the Ceustodaemon rips into the clone — the greased staff slips into the water just as Faustus appears from behind like a shadow from hell's fire. The simulacrum falls when Fung blasts the final pieces into the pool of electrified saltwater.
Lady Arodeth — the real one — smiles sadly at your victory.
She whispers: Thank You.
You know she's thanking you for more than for protecting her. You saved her soul… or, perhaps, gave it a chance for redemption in some other place.
You can feel the comet overhead — a crushing weight of certain doom — as it looms impossibly large overhead. The air grows stiflingly hot as the world itself begins to rumble. The dome of green energy shudders, twists, and finally shatters, and your bodies begin melting into flowing particles as the world — and Lady Arodeth — slip away…
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An exhausted Fung gradually drifts down to the ground, mentally tired from the perilous journey with some unexpected surprises. But that has pretty much the norm since his master convinced him to join the Society, if anything to get his powers under his control. They have, and them some.
He recalls with some lingering sympathy for Lady Aroden's misguided mission but he let's it go with a sigh, taking it as a lesson that some things in life you just can't hold on too tightly.
"Well, that was certainly a wild ride, but I think we did quite well, didn't we?" Fung grins.
