Sachiro nodded at Midgard's words, sensing anguish at his lost and failure. "Peace my Golden Knight. For the time shall come soon when we may all rest peacefully. As for peace itself..." The Superior glanced at Yggdrasil, knowing full well that something was clouding his mind. And yet neither his focus or resolve wavered in the slightest; she couldn't help but grace him with a smile for that much. "Yes, soon our troubles shall be quelled....we seem to be missing one." The fourth, and ironically last Knight, Nifilhiem was not preset with them; probably still in pursuit of that annoying terrorist group...no matter. "We will have to move forward then without her. A shame." For a brief second, the leader of the World frowned in genuine sadness before concealing her emotions once more.

Rising elegantly from her shimmering throne, Sachiro walked to the center of her guard, carrying her massive Tome with her. "I was hoping to celebrate this grand awakening with all of my Knights, but I can see now that this Librarian will not rest as he continues to endanger our precious World." Closing her eyes, The Superior began to activate her own Tome as an essence of pure energy materialized from the book and enveloped the space between them all, giving shape to a highlighted image. Unity, in its purest form, was now morphing into a shape...a thing. It looked familiar...

Asgard widened her eyes as the shape before her began to make terrible sense now. It was an armored draconian creature with a humanoid stature. Sure it looked fancier and more refined, but it was still a living, breathing thing at one point. Massive new weaponry never seen before to public eyes outfitted it's equally gargantuan sized body, and the Knight could only imagine what it would look like up close in full glory. 

"Superior....this is-"

"Yes my dear Asgard. You are correct in assuming so." Sachiro waved her arms to emphasize the beauty of it all. "This is our answer. Our final solution. The Great Beast."

High atop the Citadel, the raging inferno created by Cole Carton was now finally beginning to subside. Most of the roof had been damaged, but it was nothing money couldn't solve. No, more importantly were the lingering emotions left behind...his precious catalysts...as Jester began to deactivate his Tome, he noticed Thomas howl with dark rage before leaping away in the hunt for Cole. The masked man couldn't help but chills inwardly at the boy's enthusiasm.

Now then.

Turning to the girl beside him, Jester bent down to take a look at Evi. "Are you alright young one? It was very foolish of you to charge up here without careful consideration." Despite his scolding tone, the praise could not be concealed in his crimson eyes. Cole may have escaped, but Evi remained here with him. His catalyst. Gently taking her cheek in his hand, he lifted her face up until both of their single seen eyes could meet; he took careful note of the dull reflection in Evi's pupil.

"And yet, despite your actions...I can sense many things within you. A common bond. A shared goal, yes? You too seek to become something more. To evolve into a being that transcends what you are now." He leaned in close, his eyes shining with mysterious intent.

"My dear Evi...do you want to have new purpose in this life? Do you want to be a hero? I can grant those wishes and dreams to you. All that, and more if that is what you seek and desire..."

Fate turns ever so slowly.