Here I am, looking at the complete darkness of the Free Zone, trying to calm my anxiety without being able to reason about anything. Perhaps, nothing was reasonable in these moments, where my entire Universe, as I had known it, since my origin, was rapidly crumbling It was safe now, I had been deceived and when I was no longer helpful, discarded. I imagine I would have been easily eliminated if it were not for the lucky coincidences that happened to me in these last bars of my story. To distract me, I would soon meet Tillyani in one of the laboratories of the communication center, and see that ancient device, which should allow us to know the coordinates of the Sanctuary of the Ancients. Will that exist? Is it just an illusion? Tillyani said he had arrived but no proof was brought with him, it is only his word. In the Universe, meanwhile, war drums are beating on all sides, there are deaths, entire planets razed to the ground in a party of violence unleashed by my former bosses, the Creators, with ships and troops everywhere, making theirs, and looking for us to eliminate us as quickly as possible. The reward for our elimination or capture grows exponentially with each moment we are still on the run, there have already been skirmishes in the main entrances of the Free Zone, they know we are here.
