She and I went through many things together. We traveled across worlds, destroyed and created worlds, and clashed countless times. And now I realize that perhaps she was always right. Perhaps she truly did understand me. Perhaps she really did all of this with good intentions.
But what surprises me the most is that, in the end, our stories turned out to be the same.
She obtained her artifact and traveled throughout the universe seeking to protect it, yet the universe itself led her to condemn it. She faced the Guardians, endangered reality itself, questioned her life and her purpose, and confronted me just as I did in this reality. Now she sought to save the multiverse in an unconventional way, and once again she faced me... and ended up losing... just as I did in the previous reality.
And now I will do the same thing she did the last time...
I will restart everything once again.
It took me a while to understand it, but I finally realized why she did what she did. I have to admit it: she was right.
I believed that after killing her and destroying the multiverse she had rebuilt, I would find peace. That I would finally be able to rest from all the guilt and burdens that haunted me.
But in the end...
I think I only made them heavier.
After killing her, with a single motion I destroyed everything that remained of her reality. Even now, Lyra and Zefaniel, who had been imprisoned for an unnameable length of time, stepped out of their cell only to feel the same emptiness that I did.
They had been searching for life, for a new place where they could find peace. But upon seeing nothing but the remnants of what once existed, they felt overwhelming frustration. They rebuilt the entire multiverse and even restored it to its original state, yet they achieved nothing.
They believed that by entering this new reality they could become who they once were, that this reality would be different from the previous one. But they never understood that the ones who were broken were not the Guardians or the world, but themselves.
Although it is true that the world pushed them toward becoming monsters, they never understood that they had always been capable of helping themselves...
Though, I suppose the same could be said about me.
Their immense hatred and their desperate search for something they did not even know how to define left them incapable of healing.
It took me only a few minutes to restore the First Existence—which they had always called a hell—to its original state. They never understood that it was they themselves who had condemned it and prevented it from flourishing once more.
Now, instead, it was the Second Existence that was beginning to decay, and they could not understand why. They grew angry every time they saw the multiverse deteriorating, never realizing that it was their own rage that caused everything to become more distorted.
Zefaniel began trying to fix everything again, but the creations he made became increasingly grotesque, losing the very essence of existence itself. Meanwhile, Lyra tried to reduce the errors, only to end up reducing everything.
As for me, I transformed the First Existence into a paradise.
Yet they did not even dare look upon it again, because to them that place would always remain cursed.
Poor fools.
Their anger became sadness, then frustration, and finally nothing more than inner pain.
They could not understand why this was happening. They complained constantly like little children.
Had they really waited so long for this?
In the end, they destroyed the Second Existence just as they had destroyed the First. And in doing so, not a trace of humanity remained within them.
They felt that now, truly, they had lost everything.
The last thing I saw was the two of them beginning to laugh maniacally before turning their powers against one another in an attempt to erase each other from existence. Both chose to abandon the life they had always wanted to have, and the withered consciousness they had developed so long ago—the very thing they had always treasured—became what condemned them.
The Second Existence was, of course, destroyed once again along with them.
But this time, not even anything remained to restart.
Only I remained within the First Existence, asking myself the same question she had surely asked when only she was left:
Is this what I am now?
A goddess of a forgotten existence?
A goddess who is neither wise nor divine?
I spent eons contemplating the existence I had resurrected, feeling nothing but emptiness.
Now that I had finally become a goddess, I possessed the ability to revive life rather than merely create new life—something I had never possessed before, and the very thing that had prevented me from restoring the multiverse I had wanted to save from the beginning.
But my hatred had been so great that I never looked beyond it.
It was only after the Second Existence had been reduced to absolute nothingness—first by my own hand—that I began to understand what I had done.
I understood that she had always been right.
And now...
Not only had I annihilated the very thing I had always sought to save,
I had also murdered the only person who had ever truly supported me.
Elisa...
I am so terribly sorry.
Now that I stand in the same position you once did, I understand why you made the choices you made, and I hate myself for not being able to do the same.
Now I realize that you were always stronger than me.
No matter what happened, you always were...
My dear friend.
But I will not let this end like this.
I cannot do what you did.
The Second Existence no longer exists. I cannot restart it. I cannot even revive it, because now it is as though it never existed at all. It was erased completely along with those two, and I cannot revive something that does not exist.
How ironic.
I believed that by restarting it, you had desecrated its previous life.
But looking at the First Existence before me now, I know you were right.
You had saved it.
You gave it a second chance.
And although I can no longer do the same, there is still one thing I can do.
I can create a new one.
I will create a new existence.
The Third Existence.
And I will carry the memories of the previous one within my heart and within its life, so that it may never truly die.
I will bring you back.
I will bring everyone back.
I will repeat the cycle once more, just as you did.
But this time, I will make sure it is the last.
I will seek to give you—and everyone else—the life and ending you all deserve.
And I know I will not succeed on the first attempt.
I know I may have to do all of this again and again until I finally bring an end to this horrible, endless cycle of death and suffering.
But I swear to you that I will not rest until I succeed.
I will not rest until I give you the happiness that I know you tried to give me.
So live, Elisa...
Live.
With a single motion, I created an entirely new multiverse.
And within one of those countless worlds, a girl named Elisa would be born.
And I could only hope that this time...
She would finally reach a happy ending.
END OF SEASON 2.
Final Note: Don't worry. There will be a Season 3, so stay tuned.