There was nothing left.
The elsens and guardians that once inhabited the zones were gone...no...purified. The Judge also lay slain on the ground before him. The bodies of his so-called wife and child now cold and useless. The add-ons had vanished as mysteriously as they had arrived, though they would have been no better company than the mutilated corpses, being blank floating rings conversation didn't come naturally to them.
This didn't really process in his mind. All he could register was the emptiness now rattling around in his head.
His Player was gone.
Ever since he had begun his sacred mission they had been there guiding him, assuring him this was the right path. Like a blanket of security he had been sure that nothing bad would happen as long as he had his Player. It didn't even bother him that he hadn't moved of his own volition for more than a minute since his quest began. It didn't bother him that his Player had hesitated before choosing to support him in the final battle, he was sure The Player had their reasons all more important than he was and he should feel privileged to have someone such as them pay any attention to him.
But now he just felt rage and bitterness.
Why wasn't he enough? Enough to make The Player stay with him and tell him what to do next. Why was there something The Player could find more interesting than him? What were they doing right now? Were they looking at the white walls of a room they had purified too?
Surely The Player must be a master of purification to guide him through the zones so seamlessly, despite one or two mishaps of course, but he had no idea what it would be like to be an omnipresent being anyway so he had no right to judge. But he needed them.
He needed them and they were gone.