The 'Great Dance-Off', as it came to be known in the annals of the Genesis Arena, was a turning point. Damien did not abandon his empire, but he… softened it. The gray, orderly streets of Starfall Citadel began to see the appearance of color. Music was no longer forbidden. Art, in its messy, illogical, and beautiful forms, began to bloom in the cracks of his perfect, logical utopia.
He and Elara became… friends. Rivals. A strange, and wonderfully compelling, pair. They were the two most powerful players in the game, the king of logic and the queen of empathy. Their rivalry was not one of war, but of ideas. They competed not to conquer territory, but to create the most interesting, most compelling, and most *fun* stories for the other players.
The Genesis Arena was healed. It was better than it had ever been. A perfect, balanced, and endlessly creative world.
