"The Servers are… the Seven Chaos. Chaos Is Power, Enriched by the Heart. The Controller is the One that Unifies the Chaos. I, Kun'nuk'kles, Wizard of the Island of the Gods' Messengers, Before Power and Before Light, hereby lay down my Life, and my Soul, to Create the Controller. So it is Said, and so it shall Be!"
Kun'nuk'kles was covered in a green mist, like Chaos Green, but more so. His body was obscured in the misty light, and was lost. There was a burst of green light from within the cloud where Kun'nuk'kles had been. The mist abruptly swirled and contorted, spiraling to the last pillar, in the center of the Emeralds, leaving nothing but a bloodied knife floating in the air. It clattered to the ground as something coalesced on the last pillar. The last of the mists faded as they revealed one last Emerald, a green one, but much larger than the Chaos Emeralds. "You are MINE!" a new voice from this Emerald exulted, speaking to the Chaos Emeralds. "The Controller is the One that Unifies the Chaos, and I have done so. I am the Controller."
Sonya crawled over to the pillar that held the eighth Emerald, and looked up, blood gushing from between her fingers and leaving a trail of blood on the ground. "The Servers… are… the Seven… Chaos… Chaos… is Power… Enriched… by the Heart… the Controller… is the One… that Unifies… the Chaos…" she murmured, collapsing as the earthquake began again. "I beg of you… Master Emerald… recall… the flow of Chaos… that has been released into the world… save the world… for the living…"
And then, she died. Soon after, however, the Master Emerald pulsed with light, as did the rest of the Emeralds, each according to their color. And then, flows of light swirled into the Master Emerald from every direction, shaking the very fabric of reality. The flows stopped. The Master Emerald pulsed, and seven beams of light, the colors of the Emeralds, shot out from it into each, according to their color. And then, it was done. The earthquake stopped. Mobius stopped trying not to exist. It was finished. Almost.
There was silence. Utter, utter silence. And then, there was the sound of birds. And the grayness returned.
