I look on at the burning palace being toppled by the fire and frowns, with one tear dripping down his clothed face. “Guess that’s that. May you rest in piece, Nya. Your luck finally ran out.” Bat sighs, and looks over to his trusty Crescent Rose behind him. “Why did you do it Bop... she was only a misguided girl who lost her way... she didn’t deserve it!” Bat yells, punching the nearby tree. “All the same, it had to be done. I guess it was the right thing.” Bat tells himself, and looks at the dead husk of Pure Vessel begins him. “Long live the queen” Bat Says to himself, and walks deeper into the forest.