EPILOGUE



Ogasawara.

An unnatural calm has fallen over the shattered valley. As if it were the eye of some vast and mystic maelstrom. The molten earth still bubbled and spewed. The Temple still lay in ruins. But somewhere deep within that ancient place, something stirred.

Slowly, a strange, ghostly chanting began to fill the air. A golden slab began to crack, rocked by an enormous impact. Something was trying to get out. And the chanting grew.

man-da man da manda Manda MAnda MANda MANDa MANDA MANDA MANDA...