I’d like to say that the enemy is defeated. We went through this for far too long, and at last we managed to overthrow Tarnikov. Only we couldn’t find either his demon—or him himself. It’s as if they vanished into thin air.
And out of this damned swamp, more and more creatures crawl—ones I wouldn’t want to meet. But has the Universe ever cared about my opinion? Doubtful.
There’s no retreat. Behind me are the lives of hundreds of people whom I decided to lead. This is the last line, and I won’t give it up for anything. Because Mor sees the job through to the end.