...But in the end, a shadow still fell over the kingdom. It was not that the dragon defeated the hero, but rather, that they both became lost in the world. Amidst the chaos as thick as lightless dark waters, amidst the sorrows and the partings that followed, The Director and her sisters set out on a journey to defeat the evil at its source, And her assistant in turn boarded the ship built for battle, eventually slumbering beneath the waters. The Narzissen champions and many knights, evil dragons, and virtuous sages were scattered. Some would be taken in by the Marechaussee Phantom or the Special Security and Surveillance Patrol, And they would work to protect the realm such that it would not again have a shadow cast over it. Some were taken in by explorers moving to and from foreign lands, And from then on would truly set out on an adventure to witness the edge of the world. Many years would pass after that. Some would try to prevent future tales from ever being stopped by such events as these, And so would seek out the path ahead using the secrets of machinery and bodies of steel. Some, on the other hand, would go against the grain, so that the stories might begin again, Embarking on a journey beyond normal comprehension in the name of the nymphs. And just as how some people treasure withered flowers, Some still reminisce endlessly over the afternoon adventures that have yet to continue...

Where there are heroes, there must be wicked mages, and where there are knights, there must be evil dragons. The hero would always wield a holy blade, while the mage might carry some kind of magical catalyst. In the interstice between adventures, when the heroes and mages and knights and fell dragons had yet to be born, They would always gaze upon the feather of an unknown bird species pinned to the Vice Director's hat. That feather must hold many stories within it, the little adventurers thought to themselves, And the Vice Director must have witnessed many tales, like an old heroine after her seclusion. Or why would even the Director, who had promised to procure the feather for us, never be able to take it off? "Now, now, ██, ██, do get along. Don't fight." The two who would always play the knight and the fell dragon nodded reluctantly. "And when I'm not around, ███, you'll take care of ███, won't you?" "The Director and I will be back once we have finished attending to business, so don't go running outside." The Vice Director thought for a moment, and plucked the dark green feather from her hat before departing. "You've wanted this for a while, haven't you, ███? Alright then. Here you go." "But I'm only giving this to you for safekeeping for a while, alright? I'll be quite cross if it gets dirty." But in the end, this feather would never become the mystical staff used by some evil mage. It would instead follow its new owner and reach the source of that which caused the calamity of parting, before returning to from whence it came...

The hands of a timepiece must eventually return to their original places, and their circle will begin anew. All that the Narzissen champions were seemed as if they would never change. But the years must ultimately grind down the intricate yet vulnerable calibers of such timepieces. Until such a time when a new day will not come. Indeed, where nothing will. This pocket watch was originally owned by a tiny champion who loved machines, A test piece created by piecing together the rejected components of various devices. At the very end, this pocket watch and the one it had been gifted to fell into the primordial liquid that dissolves all. But it had already long ceased to run its clockwork course by that point. "A long, long time in the future, in a place far, far away..." "There was a dark empire ruled by the fell dragon Narcissus." "The princess he once yearned for had, together with the high tower in which she lived, plunged into a stagnant slumber in which there were no dreams, and so she remained untainted by him. Narcissus was infuriated by this, and so sent out his minions and enforcers to scour the empire for her treasure. He set up many defensive mechanisms using his fell sorceries to prevent those on the side of justice from resisting him. He swore that he would reclaim the princess' treasure and reawaken her. That way, he would be able to claim her wholly for his own." "There was a group of heroes who protected a treasure that the princess had entrusted to them, a clear, bright pearl of water." "One day, a tiny life was born from this pearl." "Hmm... and what shall we call this life? Ah, what a pain. If I had known that this was how the story might go, I should've used your name here. Do you have any other good friends?" "'Friends, you say... Well, if that's what you need, I do have one. I think it would really fit here.'"

Even the Narzissen champions would need to rest for a short time along the adventuring road. When the clock sounded, many champions and mages, knights and evil dragons, All forgot for a time the imprisoned princess and the treasures of the domains. The dark clouds that shrouded the distant kingdom's skies temporarily faded away, And the princess amid her agonized wait would turn her gaze from her window. For when the knights depart, so too must the adventure be put on hold. This is the universal rule the Narzissen champions follow, and many other tiny worlds do as well. If one must ask why, then it is because the refreshments made by the Vice Director are far too delicious. It was a gloomy afternoon... but that phrase seems to have little meaning. For the new home she was going to was one that would not see the light of either sun or moon. Here, the first person she met was the tall, pure Director. And though she was even less sure of what to do than the little girl, she still greeted her with an embrace, And got her clothes soaked for the trouble. The Vice Director was old enough to be the girl's mother. Taking the girl by the hand, she brought her amongst the resting champions, knights, and evil dragons. She thought that this was quite alright. In any case, the refreshments really were delicious.

The heroes of different stories will naturally find different (expedient) holy swords, and they must also face different nemeses. But it is oft-said that heroes who live too long, live to become the evil dragon. And when many stories cross paths, perhaps one side's hero is another side's dragon. The tale that finally emerges will trend toward narratives that are easier to grasp — which is why heroes are heroes, and not evil dragons. That is why, for all their strength and schemes, the evil dragons will ultimately be defeated by the heroes wielding their holy swords. And before the dragon falls into the chasm that dissolves all things, he will think of the times he once spent with the hero. And at last, he will say: "Yes, hatred shall not fill me. I know that you have not seen the sights I have, and that is why you wish to stop me." "The star-beasts shall drink the amniotic fluid of the world dry. A hundred years from then, all life on its surface shall be wiped away." "I will surely return to save all souls. Ten years, even a hundred years may pass, but I shall be reborn as a new universe." But the hero, victorious over the dragon, will also lose the thing most precious to him during the hunt. He will never again believe in anything that the sum of human knowledge cannot completely grasp and understand, And to the end of his days, he shall conceive of a kingdom powered by machines and energies not derived from the elements.