The tenth year after the founding of Magick, Spring.
"...And so, they ended the final battle on the top of the world. The evil Pope was defeated and turned into flying dust, sand and earth by magic, receiving the punishment he deserved. As for the true hero, he left, going into the light, and vanished above the cloud on the other shore."
The deep and powerful monologue echoed in every ear.
Right after that, the lights were gradually switched off as the sad and gentle sound of a violin was played. After a few seconds, a thunderous applause rang through the theater.
— Kết thúc — Viết đánh giá