Being alive was still worth more than death.
Entity-Six's eyeless face turned toward him one last time. Her body was barely solid now—shimmer-fade—dissolving into probability-mist.
"You—" She coughed—wet, rattling sound—"—took—everything—"
"You were going to kill us," Yoo rasped, voice destroyed. "What did you expect?"
"Expected—" Weak laugh. Bitter, broken. "—expected—another—three—thousand—years—"
"Why did you stay? If you completed the trials, why didn't you leave?"
Entity-Six's form flickered—barely visible now—but she managed answer:
"Spire—doesn't—let—you—leave—" Cough. Fade. "—until—you—find—what—you—lost—"
"What you lost?"
"Humanity—" Last whisper. So quiet. "—lost it—climbing—can't leave—until—you—get it—back—"
FADE.
She dissolved completely—scatter-mist-GONE—becoming nothing.
[ENTITY-SIX: ELIMINATED.]
[TRIAL-COMPLETE.]
The platform stopped shrinking.
[LEVEL-ELEVEN: CLEARED]
[PERFORMANCE: EXCEPTIONAL]
[ALL-COMPETITORS-DEFEATED]
[MASK-CLAIMED]
