"Krux. Acronix," Lloyd nodded his head, "Do you admit to what you've done?"

On the steps of the Monastery of Spinjitzu, Acronix and Krux lay with their hands bound behind their back in front of the golden dragon sculpture in its center. Around them stood several important figures. Lloyd, Harumi, Mage, Lulloyd, Over and Monty all were directly in front of them. To their left were Garmadon, Coco, and the Tribal Leaders. To their right were Harumi's friends and Lloyd's team. Master Wu and Emperor Garmadon stood behind the Twins on either side of the statue. Perched both on the roofs and in the air were the Tribal Dragons, the Firstbourne handing her head over the gate to the monastery. Ophiod stood off to the side of the assembled group, looking over the two men with a neutral frown. Skales stood at his side.

"You think you're some sort of jury, boy?" Krux spat, "If you think this is any sort of due process, you've deluded yourself!"

"I assume that means they plead guilty," Monty nodded.

"Whatever will help you sleep at night," Acronix grinned at him, "If you even still can."

Monty frowned but remained silent. Acronix' and Krux' slowly stepped forward from the Tribal Leaders, each of them battered and weary from the battle just a few hours ago. Krux' slowly moved to stretch his limbs out, while Acroinx' looked down at them with pity.

"You have committed crimes on a scale that I have never seen, nor do I think I will ever again," Acronix' began, "You have murdered souls in numbers that exceed even the World. You forced hardship, terror and fear upon a populace and twisted them to your wills. You cheated, lied, and wormed your way now to what little power you hold. You fought us with the intent to kill, and you will stand your punishment. I would call you men, but that would betray that you're even more slimy than the snakes you commanded. Was that an accurate list of your crimes?"

"All necessary stepping stones!" Krux declared, "The Hands of Time bow to no law! If you think now we would suddenly decide that it is time to give into your demands, you are sorely, and woefully, mistaken!"

Krux' shook his head, "Brother. I think it's clear what these men chose."

"Indeed," Acronix' nodded, "Then I believe there is only one fitting punishment," Acronix' turned to the assembled group, "Do you recall the story of how Skylar's mother escaped the massacre that took place upon her people, everyone?"

"I remember they saying they put her in a status by combining all of the elements of the people who didn't want to fight," Lloyd nodded, "But I don't know the details."

Acronix' nodded. Mage raised his arm, making them all move back from it all. The Firstbourne lowered her head down from atop the gate. Her children all moved to take to the skies and fly in a circle around the Monastery. Each one moved to perfectly form a ring with their mother. As they flapped there, they began to pulse and glow with the color of their elements from deep within their bodies, deep under their scales. The sound of their beating wings was that of a calm storm, waiting to break upon the two they stared down at.

"There is only one punishment that is fitting of those that would see death as you do," Acronix' nodded, "Acronix. Krux. We sentence you to an eternity in status. You will forever see the world around you change, yet you will never be part of it again. You will be unable to perceive it, to spare you the horror of a mind that moves while the body cannot. Your powers will never again be yours, and never again will you threaten the lives of anyone across any world for all time."

The Twins raised their heads. The dragons in the air began to flap their wings harder. Their elements formed a massive ring around them, one that glowed like a beautiful, deadly rainbow of light and ancient power. The ring began to rotate until it moved around their mother, the Firstbourne, who slowly exhaled a deep breath from her nostrils.

"Do you have any last words?" Acronix' asked them, "Before this is carried out?"

Acronix raised his head, not looking at anything around him. He just gave a small grin, "You might think you've won. But we aren't the only ones that have had ambition like this. One day, you'll come across someone else that has our spirit. And when that happens, you won't know what hit you."

"Do you condone this, Ophiod?" Krux raised his head towards the snake, "You have committed acts here that are just as despicable as ours. Perhaps you should share in this barbaric punishment!"

Ophiod's expression remained hardened as he slowly inhaled, "I have already promised to atone for my misdeeds. I was offered mercy and took it. Yet you denied it time and time created this own grave for yourselves. I am sorry it ended this way… but I share no remorse in this outcome."

"An obnoxious snake until the end," Acronix grinned, "Well. You righteous types will suffer far more than we will. I look forward to seeing you in your nightmares."

The two began to feel the power gathering in the Firstbourne's jaws. A sense of finality filled them both. They knew this was to be it. Krux closed his eyes, thinking for a few sparse seconds. Despite whatever fear the two could feel, Acronix refused to stop smiling.

"Hear this, fools!" Krux shouted, his head raised, "You can remove us from time. Strip us of control! But we are destined to rise! There is nothing that will ever truly stop us! If you lack the spine to carry out an execution, then this is a paltry excuse for one. You would allow us to live, knowing that we have destroyed numbers that encroach upon infinity?"

Acronix' shook his head, and for the first time, his twisted expression carried the dark and sinister tones of his counterpart, "Death would be too fitting for the likes of you. Spend eternity now knowing that the world will lose every trace of influence you tried to stain on it."

The dragons charged their powers. Krux' pulled his brother back, holding his arm tightly. As Acronix' slowly inhaled and focused on his own mind, the Firstbourne slowly nodded. She took in a deep breath, causing her own body to charge up power.

"We will return!" Krux shouted, "We defied the impossible once! Watch us do so again! Somewhere, out there, in another world, there will be others of us with ambition that will carry them even further than we went! They'll have the ability to control those as foolish as you!"

"And you know what they say," Acronix grinned.

"Control time…" Krux inhaled.

"Control everything," Acronix finished.

The Firstbourne let loose her power. The dragons around her all let loose their own, the elements firing forward and consuming the Twins within its light. The molten magma-like breath the Firstbourne exuded was carried and pulled into the massive maelstrom of power that consumed the Monastery. Lloyd and the others were forced to shield their eyes from the pain it brought them. Acronix' and Krux' simply shut their eyes, but they both refused to move.

There was a massive flash of light, a sound of something hardening, and a powerful crack. When the lights finally dimmed, the group was able to open their eyes. The ground around where the Twins stood was scorched and burned from the sheer amount of power that had been unleashed. A massive ring around them, however, marked where the power seemed to end. And in the center of that ring, sitting upon the Monastery cobblestones, the two Twins remained.

The two of them were on their knees, and both had raised their heads up towards the sky. Their bodies were encased in a glowing black rock that pulsed with the colors of the elements around it. The Firstbourne's magma had wrapped around it like chains, forming the lines through which the elements coursed. It fit perfectly around their bodies, almost like some kind of suit. Their faces were left in crisp detail for all to see. Krux had closed his eyes in a dignified frown. Acronix had his shut as well, but his face was twisted into an unnervingly happy grin.

"...The deed is done, then," Acronix' sighed, "Monsters, even in the end."

The others gathered around the two men. The sight was one that was both a relief that brought a sense of joy that they hadn't felt in a long time, and a disturbing image that was burned into their minds in a way that they couldn't quite get out of their heads.

"They look… happy," Harumi frowned, "I didn't know anyone could be happy to receive such a fate like this."

"It is the will of those that would kill, lie and steal for their goals," Over nodded, "To die a death that is befitting of them is perhaps the greatest victory they can have over the righteous."

"But… they're so… it doesn't look right…" Lulloyd gulped, "I don't want them to look like they're in pain but… t-the way they look now is... "

"It's worse?" Mage finished, sparing Lulloyd the words. The boy sighed in agreement.

"... Yeah even I won't make a joke on this one," Monty groaned out, "They always seemed to know how to take the last word on everything."

"What do we do with them now…?" Lloyd asked, "Do we… keep them?"

"The Firstbourne has agreed to look over them," Acronix' nodded his head, "She will ensure these vile men do not rise again. We will return to our World with them, and ensure that they will never see the light of day again. My brother and I will ensure they never again rise."

There was a silent hush over the crowd. Slowly, the sense of unease that had been cast over them with the statues themselves began to fade out. It lingered in the air as a dull feeling of confusion, an ache that refused to leave them. But the thoughts of discussion had long since faded away. Instead, their minds turned to other matters.

Lloyd looked over towards the statues. Part of their plan had always been to seal the Twins away like this. It had been a quick deliberation. Even now, though, part of his gut twisted seeing such a strange sight burned into his eyes. The Twins refused to let themselves be taken down, even in the end, it seemed.

"Now, the question remains," Over shook his head, "The Vermillion. Even after our battle, thousands of them still remain. Perhaps tens of them."

"...I had a thought about that," Ophiod slithered forward, "If you would have it."

"Anything would help," Harumi nodded, "We haven't figured out what to do with them yet."

"When Prime and I would meet with the Twins, we did so on a world that the Twins chose that was devoid of intelligent life," Ophiod nodded, "I only saw a piece of it. It is a world that I know how to return to. I believe that the Vermillion will do better in a world where they may be free of their masters, rather than shackled to them."

"So you're saying we just take the Vermillion," Monty shrugged, "And push them somewhere else?"

"Yes, though not in the 'pushing' sense," Ophiod affirmed, "The commanders have no structure. The one that controlled their Hive Mind for perhaps years in their minds are gone. Right now, they are nothing more than scared infants without the master to tell them to wield their spears. I do not believe any of us have the stomach to dispose of them," The group went silent, "And therefore, mercy may instead be given to them."

"Hey, best idea I've heard so far!" Garmaodn grinned from the crowd, "Plus it means we know where they are if they act up."

"I'll take command of the Serpentus Bounty," Harumi nodded, "We'll discuss this with the Vermillion that can understand us. I don't think we'll have issues rounding them up now."

"Then by daybreak, we rid this world of them," Acronix' declared, "And allow them the chance to determine their own lives for once."

With that decision decreed, the crowd began to disperse. Mage leapt up onto the neck of the Firstbourne to give her praise for her deeds, and as she began to take off into the air, Skylar joined him and the two flew off with the other dragons in tow. Lulloyd shrunk back to his parents, his mother ushering him over to rest. Lloyd joined Master Wu and his friends to take care of other business. Monty and Over simply moved to their own tasks.

As the group fully began to disperse, Garmadon turned to see someone moving towards the entrance to the Monastery, doing so in a way to not attract the eyes. After a few moments to realize this, he slowly scoffed and took a few steps forward, such that when they reached the gates, Garmadon appeared on the other side and smirked.

"Think you're going somewhere?" Garmadon asked with a large grin, drawing a katana.

"Move," Emperor Garmadon frowned, "I am leaving."

"Woah woah, you can't do that!" Garmadon rotated his head, "From what I hear, you were in prison before this started. Sorry, but you gotta go back."

"And you will enforce that decision?" Emperor Garmadon asked with a growl.

"Well, normally, no, but I've dealt with temporal distortions before, not fun, lots of busy work cleaning up, all that jazz," Garmadon raised his arms, "Look, look, I would love to let you roam free and get a chance for a good-ol'-fashioned tracking! Half the fun of a battle is finding it!" Garmadon grinned, "But you gotta go back where you came from. Temporal distortion rules. Best to keep things on track."

Emperor Garmadon frowned, "You truly intend to stop me?"

"Hey, I'm ready to go right now, you down?" Garmadon asked, "I got like, three spare swords, you want one?"

There was a long pause before Emperor Garmadon groaned out, "You truly are insufferable."

"I resent that!" Garmadon shouted with flaming eyes, "I can totally make you suffer! Come on, I'll get you a sword, we'll go right now!" There was an uncomfortable silence.

"...If I agree to go back," Emperor Garmadon's eye twitched, "Will you leave me be?"

"Sure, sure," Garmadon backed down a bit, "Absolutely."

"...I will show you my cell, you may escort me there," Emperor Garmadon growled out, "I will inform Lloyd of our departure."

Garmadon gave one little last grin, then a hard laugh. Soon, the two had disappeared back into the Monastery to look for Lloyd. As everyone else began their work, the strange sense of calm their gathering had brought them began to finally boil over into a sense of finality that was sure to come sooner rather than later.

Over a small coffin, Ophiod hung his head. The coffin was made of a beautiful shining metal, one that was interlaid with deep oak wood to give it an appearance of both traditional and modern at the same time. The top was a screen capable of shifting itself, leaving now only a single face that was visible amongst a sea of gray. The coffin lay in a room in the Monastery, one that Ophiod had entered without resistance.

"I… failed you, Prime," Ophiod whispered as he looked upon the still face of Prime in his coffin, "I failed you as your friend. I… I am…" Ophiod trembled, "I am sorry."

The dead had no response for Ophiod. Instead, all he could see was just the face of the one that he had lost. Slowly, Ophiod's hand trembled as he pressed it to the coffin, his emotions welling up in his throat as he leaned over it. He wanted to hide his tears, but he could see himself in the reflection. A reflection he should never have seen.

"I… I remember," Ophiod slowly whispered with a smile on his face, "It feels as though years have passed. Yet it must have been a month ago at most, yes? When we spoke, at that… that strange place. The one in her world. Where we ate food. We laughed and… and you looked so happy to be with me."

Ophiod's hand gripped the coffin tighter, "Was that… a lie, Prime? Was all of that joy, that mirth, truly nothing more than an act? Did you wish to purify yourself to purest white for those that you protected, you would allow yourself to become truly black? Was…" Ophiod's voice trembled, "Was the promise we made to one another, a lie?"

A tear fell onto the surface, rolling down the glossy finish, "Tell me! Tell me, Prime! Please… please. Relieve me of this guilt! Do not let me fade away into my own mind, wondering… wondering what I could have done differently in order to avoid this outcome…"

Another tear fell, hitting the surface and rolling down. No amount of them, however, could give Ophiod relief of his grief. Nothing could allow him to have answers that he needed. Not from him. It left him with a sorrow that made every moment feel harder to withstand than the last.

"Was this what mother felt…?" Ophiod asked with a gasp, "Was this the guilt she felt as she sealed him away? I am no closer to that goal, I am... " Ophiod whispered, "I am just. I am just a single, pitiful snake…"

A shadow fell over the room. Ophiod slowly pulled himself upright, righting his posture. When he wiped his eyes and turned to see the person that was behind him, it made him blink in confusion. In the doorway, blocking out the light of the hall, was Over.

"May I offer you advice, Ophiod?" Over asked, "I do not wish to eavesdrop. I had… come to pay my own respects."

"...There is no reason that you may not," Ophiod turned away from him, "...It also gives me a chance to say something to you that, for some reason, now acosts me."

"There are many things that do so to me as well," Over admitted, "But please. Tell me which it is you refer to here."

Ophiod stared off into the distance, "Do you recall when I split you in half, Over? When I forced your soul to unmerge?"

Over blinked, "That… is a very recent memory. Yes. I recall that. Though I admit that I do not like to. I believe I would be better off not recalling it."

"... I cannot say that at the time, I was not justified in my egress," Ophiod spoke, "By the rules of my people, I was returning a wrong you had done unto me. But I do not believe that it was an action I was morally just in committing," Ophiod raised his head, "I was willing to remove you, from your other. Willing to rip you from yourself. And I… believed at the time, it was the only way to show my own grief, and emotion, and-"

"Stop," Over raised his hand, "Speak quietly. Speak to me with your thoughts clear."

Ophiod took the moment to gather himself, "...Now that I have experienced what the loss of another truly feels like, I am… I have realized that the real monster then, was none other than myself."

Over stopped to take that in. Slowly, he walked around the coffin to the other side so he could face Ophiod directly. It was then that he could see the snake's tears, the stains on the otherwise pristine coffin. It was then that he knew what Ophiod had been seeing.

The display case shimmered, causing the gray of the case's top to cover Prime's face, hiding him away. Ophiod blinked as he raised his head as Over pulled his hand back from the button, then placed his hands behind his back.

"I will not accept any apology that is half-hearted," Over shook his head, "Do you truly believe that you have regretted that? That your actions against me, even now, you feel pain looking back upon and reliving?"

"I…" Ophiod gulped. The words made him pause. He thought back to those moments. To the feeling of power that it had given him. To the sensation of feeling something being wrenched from the being that had nearly taken it all from him. And to the sensation of what he'd held in his hands when he'd done so.

"I do," Ophiod spoke firmly once the memory was finished, "You are right, Over. An apology made out of my own emotion is not one that you should accept. In fact…"

Ophiod turned, sliding his tail around his body. He curled it around his torso twice, then he slithered backwards and gave a low bow. Over watched with a sense of respect as Ophiod bowed forward, his head so close to the ground he could likely see the specks of dust on it. He held himself there for a long moment, letting his prostration speak for itself.

"I offer you my apologies, Over, the fusion of past and eternal darkness," Ophiod spoke with a princely tone, even as more tears dripped down his face, "It was my actions that led to this outcome. I made my amends to the best of my ability thus far. Let my words here mean nothing more than the expression of what I truly feel. I committed a grave act against you. I would find it an act of mercy for you to forgive me, as the one that aggressed on you."

To Over's eyes, it seemed fake. The sensation of watching Ophiod, the proud Snake Prince, bowing to him. His words felt stepped in the language of the courts. Yet the more he saw the tears falling down Ophiod's face, he knew that it was his true self. Ophiod was not using his language to hide himself. He was using it to show that he was willing to accept his atonement, not as a Viper, but as the Prince he truly was.

"Rise then, Prince," Over informed me, "Rise and fae me."

Ophiod raised his head. When he met Over's eyes, those pupiless glares almost felt like a kindness as opposed to what he had anticipated.

"I forgive you," Over informed him, "I forgive all of you. Your words. Your actions. Your sins. Do not let them stop you from moving forward. You proved your resolve thus far to us. If you are looking for punishment, none shall come from me. You have experienced pain already. Let this be the end of this cycle we have created. Let the pain end with us."

Ophiod didn't hesitate to nod his head, "Then it shall be so, Emperor."

Over gave him a solemn nod back, "Have you more words to say to him, then?"

Ophiod looked back towards Prime's coffin. For a few moments, he wondered if he should. Yet the more he did, he found himself devoid of them.

"I believe that I have said what I must," Ophiod informed him, "I am… not certain where my grief now lies. But to hear your words has brought me a temporary comfort that I must now indulge within while I have the chance. I will find Skales and speak with him, while I reflect upon what has been said between us."

"Good," Over nodded, "If you are looking for dismissal, you now have it."

Ophiod nodded to him. Slowly, the Viper left the room to slither away and find the one that he loved the most. As he did, Over would turn his head towards the sight beneath him, and slowly open his lips to speak as he nodded.

"Hello, Prime," Over inhaled, "I have no words to speak to you that I did not say during our battle. I instead, come to you with a promise that I will make now, and ensure that it, above all else, is kept."

Master, The Sword of Sanctuary asked, May I speak with you?

Monty sat on top of the roof of the Monastery of Spinjitzu, overlooking the massive clouds that spanned the landscape in nearly every direction. Whenever the wind would begin to blow towards him, he'd raise his hands up and slowly redirect the gust elsewhere. Even so, his long, flowing triangular cape, a deep scorched red, blew behind him.

"What?" Monty sighed, "I was looking forward to just getting to relax right now.

I have been thinking of our last battle, The SoS began, And I am quite unsure what happened that allowed for you to unlock Sanctuary.

"Does it matter?" Monty asked with a roll of the eyes, "I have the power of a god in my hands now. That's all I care about."

Master. I know that you came to some revelation, deep within yourself. Something allowed you to overcome what was blocking you before, The SoS continued, Please. Do not misunderstand me. I am genuinely asking. Given that I intend to be with you for a long time… I want to know, truly, what allowed you to use me.

Monty thought about it for a long moment. He stood up, letting out a sigh as he stretched his non-existent muscles. Slowly, he leaned forward and held the sword up into the air, then gently moved down and wedged the tip between two tiles so he could sit back down and look at it.

"Let's start this with a question," Monty nodded, "What is a mask?"

I assume you don't mean a literal one, The SoS mused, My previous masters have worn masks. They used them to fight for evil, and to hide from themselves.

"Wrong," Monty groaned out, "A mask is just a face for someone to use to hide from themselves."

Themselves? The sword asked, But does a mask not allow them to handle others?

Monty stood up and began to pace back and forth along the tiles, "That would imply that a mask can be removed all the time. I think you're missing a key point here."

You're oddly informed on this subject, The SoS remarked, Continue.

"Life is easier to play victim in, and playing victim means you have to have something to blame, something to hate," Monty spun around on his foot, "Masks hide your true self away from others, yes, but what you really do is hide your own true self away under it. You let the one that's truly there underneath fade away, because you hate that side of yourself. Only there's a problem."

A… problem? The sword asked, You quite succinctly put down the problem already.

"It's a matter of hatred," Monty flapped his cape, "You come to hate yourself, a lot. And it's just how it is. Being willing to wear a mask means you come to hate that mask. And yourself. And you can't remove the mask without being able to wear the person under can't remove it without hating yourself, and you can't stop hating yourself without removing it."

Are you implying that you removed a mask, then? The sword asked, I would argue that, aside from this slightly uncharacteristic level of acute emotional intelligence, you're rather much the same. I don't see you having changed in that way.

"Yeah, and I don't intend to," Monty scoffed, "Don't interrupt me again. I don't know if I can change how you look, but that toothpick is still on the table."

Oh, right, how very rude of me, The sword apologized sarcastically, Please, continue, enlighten me with the wisdom of those already passed.

Monty took a few steps forward, using his wind to let him simply walk on the air, "Of course, there is only one way to truly remove a mask. That's to assimilate it. You wear something long enough it becomes part of you, doesn't it? And it isn't like anything changes by putting it on at first. Things change and adapt. And soon it becomes the new normal. Until soon enough, you know who it is."

"Of course, doing that would mean causing the inner self you've hidden away to remain there," Monty shrugged, "So it isn't a perfect piece of you has to either change too, or be lost. And not knowing which part of you is the mask, and which is the real thing, can get harder over time until something happens to rip it open."

I'm sorry, Master, but I'm truly lost now. I promise, I am trying to understand your logic! The sword explained, But I don't know what you mean. You did not change. Therefore, you could not have removed anything. Your emotions could not change if the mask was still there.

"I didn't change. I just changed myself," Monty explained back with a terse groan, "I am Monty. I'm not Lloyd. And I changed by finally knowing that I am Monty, and therefore I can't be Lloyd. So I became Monty. Which I always was."

Your statement is illogical! The sword exclaimed, You were already Monty! You cannot change if you become the same person you were at the start!

"That's the best I got there," Monty nodded, "I'm Monty. And I became the one that could wield the sword by being Monty. Lloyd is someone else who I won't be, ever again. I actually never even was Lloyd. I was always Monty. That's just who I am and how it works. Next question."

The sword was left completely and utterly confused. Monty, picking up on that, slowly sighed and took a few steps forward towards the horizon, floating a good deal away from the Monastery. If he wanted to, he could simply fall into the clouds far below him, and nothing would change. But he wouldn't do that. Not now.

So.. you unlocked Sanctuary, by being who you are, which was what was keeping you from Sanctuary in the first place? The sword asked, Am I correct?

"Sure," Monty shrugged, "If that's what you want to think."

The sword slowly began to chuckle, then laugh, I don't think I'll ever understand that, Master. Your words make no sense. But then again, your existence makes no sense to me either. So perhaps that was what it was always meant to be. The sword agreed, Thank you, for giving me such interesting thoughts! I have never had a master as utterly confusing as you are!

Monty didn't say anything. Instead, he slowly turned to walk around the Monastery. As he did ,though, he came to walk in front of the massive stairs that lead up to the Monastery. The sight of it brought forth memories in him that he didn't want to have. Memories that weren't his, and yet could belong to no one else. The thought of it started to spiral his thoughts, enough so he simply sighed and cut them off rather abruptly.

"Well, I'm bored," Monty sighed, "Let's see if they need help with anything else first, then-"

Monty's gaze was drawn to someone standing in the temple gates. When he recognized them, his mood immediately fell. He blasted off with wind, taking off to land down with a hard crash against the rocks that framed the million steps. When he looked up, he saw the smiling face of someone there, looking right at him.

"Everyone's looking for you," Morro explained, his repaired Green Ninja suit now worn proudly, "Figured that I'd know where to find you."

"Course someone like you would," Monty sighed, "What? Lloyd needs to go over what we do now for a fifth time or something?"

"Actually, Ronin challenged Over to a drinking contest, and I believe Over is winning," Morro waved his hand, "Something about his father not being willing to back down from a challenge. Figured it's something you'd be interested in seeing."

"Exactly how stupid are you?" Monty sighed, "Of course I want to see that idiot drink himself under the table with someone who doesn't even have a proper digestion system."

"Well. That might take awhile, so we have time," Morro nodded, "I wanted to talk just a bit, Monty. Just between us."

"The literal last person in the world that I want to talk to at any given moment from now to the end of eternity is you," Monty frowned, "I'll walk through you if I have to."

"I know you will," Morro sighed, "So I'll say what I wanted to… I'm sorry."

"...Well, apology accepted," Monty nodded, "Looks like you can learn a thing or two."

"I suppose explaining myself would be just amusing to you," Morro sighed, "So why don't we just assume we both know why I'm apologizing and move on?"

"Sure, if it gets me away from you any faster, it's perfect," Monty groaned out, "Bye."

Monty began to walk around Morro, off into the Monastery grounds. Morro looked to the gate he'd opened for Monty, then he decided something. When he turned and closed them, he made a loud enough noise with a blast of green power to make Monty turn around and look at him. When he was sure he had the ghost's attention, Morro nodded his head.

"Just wanted to say one more thing," Morro smirked, "You looked good when you were alive."

Monty starred at Morro for a long time. Morro had no clue what the look was. It seemed to start with boiling, red hot rage that made Monty reach for his sword. Then it boiled up into an indescribable confusion, mixed in with shock and surprise. And finally, it mellowed out into Monty's normal, trademark look of anger before he scoffed and turned around, walking his way into the Monastery without another word.

Morro, seeing all of it play out, gave him a single little chuckle before he too followed after the ghost letting what he did and didn't know remain a mystery to Monty as the two followed suit to enjoy what little peace they could in this interim from the violence and devastation that they would be fixing for a long time to come.

Mage slowly landed atop the cliffs of the Corridor of Elders. The Iron Demise's shell remained in the background of it all, no operation yet daring to take on the task of tearing into the machine. The camp of the soldiers waiting to return home still remained on the grounds in front of it, as though some surrealist portrait of a devil having fallen from the heavens.

It was on this perch that Over stood. Mage had received a simple letter informing him that Over wished to speak with him. After spending the remainder of his day recovering from the battle, Mage had returned to his normal robes. Over seemed to have regressed back to his own normal body, and beside him, on the ground, was the glistening armor that Harumi had given him. When Mage approached, Over twitched.

"Mage," Over slowly nodded his head, "Thank you for coming to speak with me."

Mage didn't say anything. For right now, he could tell that Over wanted to talk. The man stood atop the cliff, looking out over the battlefield. Only a day before, they had fought for their lives here. Over had led an indestructible army against an endless one. Mage had flown into battle with the raw power of dragons at his back. The two of them had been commanders, leaders for their people. And yet now, they were nothing more than two men, tired, spent, knowing that they had finished their work.

"I have made a decision now, Mage," Over nodded his head, "And I believe you are the one who deserves to hear it first."

"A decision?" Mage asked, "What… kind of decision?"

Over looked out across the battlefield again. He took a deep breath, filling his chest before exhaling it all and speaking firmly, "When we have finished with this, I intend to leave."

"Leave?" Mage asked, "We sort of figured that you would go but… I haven't even offered you a place to stay yet," Mage smiled, "I was going to say that you're welcome to come live with me in the Monastery! Dad won't mind! And, you know, we could-"

"No," Over's eyes flashed, "I will not go with you."

Mage went silent. He knew that Over likely expected him to gasp, protest, or say something else in shock. But he knew that Over wasn't one to say something like that lightly. Over didn't say anything back for a few moments, slowly looking down as he slowly raised his hand, allowing for his palm to begin flickering with a dark flame.

"I have considered this thought since we planned this battle, Mage," Over lowered his head, "'Somewhere, out there, in another world, there will be others of us with ambition that will carry them even further than we went.' The Twins are right. There may be others out there in worlds beyond our perception, or threats that have already risen."

"If they come for, we'll stop them," Mage nodded, "We just managed to stop the Twins! We won, Over. If we can do something like this, then can't we do that too?"

"... Mage," Over turned to look at him, "If I were to follow you, I would be a stranger in your world. You would be my connection to it, and even then… the two of us lead different lives," Over placed his hand on his chest, "I assume you understand what being fused with a being such as the Overlord means for me, yes?"

Mage was silent for a few moments, "You're… like the Firstbourne, then?"

"Indeed," Over confirmed, "I am immortal. These events have proven it to me. I will never age. My body is what I design it to be. Until whatever dark flame has kept my own existence moving forward dies out, I will continue to live. And that means that at some point… I will need to consider what my true purpose in life is."

Mage inhaled, "So… what? You're planning to leave, then? Run away?"

"No. To run from something is to have no destination, other than away from it," Over shook his head, "I intend to travel the worlds, like the Twins did. As an observer. As one that will watch over and see when a threat like the Twins arise. I will stop those from hurting other worlds, and tampering with them as they have. It is the only place that one such as me can truly find peace."

Mage was quiet. In truth, he felt a long pang of sadness in his gut. Since the two of them had made up, he'd carried with it the image of them living together. He knew it was a childish notion, but the idea of him, being able to share what his world had to offer, what the World could be, it had been something he'd been chasing. Now, to see that it had truly been a dream left him feeling almost aimless in his ambitions.

"And… will I ever see you again?" Mage asked, his voice trailing to a whisper.

Over looked down at him for a few moments. Then, he stepped forward, wrapping his arm over him. When Mage's eyes widened in confusion, Over pulled him even tighter into a huge. Mage's head barely came up to Over's chest, and yet Mage felt his own arms wrapping around him without thinking. As Over held onto him, he slowly let out a long, quiet breath.

"Mage," Over replied with a wavering voice, "Do not speak of such things. You have done for me what none other in these worlds, mine including, was able to do. You became more important, more special to me than… than anyone else. You are truly, completely, a person that is worthy of what praise your title befalls you. I will forever work to hold myself to the standard that was set for me without realizing it. I have you to thank for that… and I will never, ever, allow for that gratitude to fade from either of our memories."

"I don't want you to go," Mage gripped his back, "I don't. You… you. You shouldn't go out there like that, Over. You won't have a home. You'll be… you'll just be wandering, alone out there. What happens when you get lonely? When you need someone to talk to?"

"You forget, Mage, that I already do," Over smiled gently, "I am me, two souls pointed towards the same goal. A fusion of their ideals, their passion, their truth. I will never be without the company of another, for as long as eternity will last me."

Mage shook his head, "It still isn't fair. You can't just leave our lives like this, you can't just…" Mage gripped him again, "Please. Don't do this. Don't… don't leave me alone."

"The others will look over you. They will ensure that you are never without someone to speak to. You have an entire World to save, Mage," Over chuckled, "I am certain that will keep you busy for much of your childhood. Do not forget to have one."

Mage pressed his face into Over. The moment he did, Over felt something warm and wet dripping down against him, "I won't. I-I won't. I won't. I promise. I'll never forget this, Over. I'll never forget…. I'll never forget everything you did for me!"

"It is I," Over drew himself around Mage as a few tears of his own struck Mage's head, "Who will forever be thanking you."

The two of them embraced each other under the sunset, the Iron Demise dominating the horizon. Mage didn't sob, sputter, or shake. It was a simple weep, a trickle of emotion that he couldn't contain. Mage knew Over didn't want him to cry like this. They were men with different paths in life. Whatever the Twins had done to their lives, they would move forward with their own from now on. No matter how many or few times their paths crossed again, they would forever have had an influence upon the other worthy of respect, and worthy of Mage holding back his tears.

"I will ask one more selfish thing of you," Over slowly reached up. He revealed a cloak under the golden armor that shone beside him. He weaved it around the armor, then handed it to Mage, "This armor… I do not need it. I have mastered the use of Kinetic Overload. But more so than that, I will only wear this again when I have need of it. Will you keep it safe for me?"

"I… I will…" Mage sniffed. He reached out, taking the wrapped up armor and gently putting it under his arm. Even he knew from watching that it was not armor to be trifled with, "But… when are you telling the others?"

"When it is time for us to depart, of course," Over nodded, "I knew that you would need to hear my reasoning before the others. And now, you have it."

Mage smiled gently, "Does… that mean it's time for us to go back then?"

"...I believe that it does, yes," Over looked out across the shell of the Iron Demise once more. Slowly, he began to walk away, his massive wings unfurling from his back. Mage wiped the last of his tears away as he turned his eyes copper. Slowly, Dragon Lord and Emperor took off to the skies together, leaving to find their friends, and to prepare for their coming departure.

Atop a world of windswept grass, the Ultimate Rhotatae Master hovered.

The world was not one that she recognized. It was one that only one of them among them all truly understood. It was a world of seemingly never ending grasslands, of gray skies and trees that stretched as far as the eyes could see. It was above this world that Harumi hovered as the gates to the Serpentus Bounty were opened, and into that world they outpoured a massive amount of red.

The Vermillion had boarded the Serpentus Bounty without issue. They had rather easily allowed themselves to be corralled, their armor stripped from them along with their weapons. Each attempt Mage or Sir Neuro used to attempt to communicate with them only brought with it a dull, confused sensation that led them to simply pull back and away from it all.

Now, the Vermillion flooded out. It was the fifth trip to deposit them. Already, their brethren had slithered underground to create new burrows, new ways of life. The snakes that arrived soon felt the pull of their brothers and began to slither underground themselves. The sight of them streaming out and away from the ship took several minutes to unload them all. The snakes, however, were no longer riled and violent, but rather placid and malleable.

Amongst the snakes that streamed out of the ship, two of them stood, still wearing their Vermillion armor. They had been found and recovered when the battle had found its conclusion, and both looked confused as Harumi lowered herself from the sky to hover in front of them. Her golden robes shone to them, a subtle sign of the power that she could use should they chose to defy her.

"This… world," Blunck, no longer a Commander, asked quietly, "You're, giving it to us?"

"Yes," Harumi nodded, "We've confirmed what Ophiod has told us. This world has no humans in it to exploit you, or for you to exploit. This world is nothing more than lands for your Vermillion to live on their own."

"I still don't get it," Raggmunk shook his head, "You know that we're a threat, right? We nearly ate you! You're planning to just let us go?"

"The Vermillion are a Hive Mind, right?" Harumi nodded, "That means that you all act together. It would be cruel to split you up after the battle. You were nothing more than tools to the Twins. Now, you have a chance to simply live your lives here. You don't need to fight or devour everything anymore."

"Uh… devouring things is like. Our thing," Blunck informed her snidely, "You think we can just stop doing that?"

"I think so," Harumi answered him, "Or at least, Mage seems to think so. He's the one that actually knows what your Hive Mind is like. If he believes in you, then we do."

"... I uh, don't really know what to say," Raggmunk blinked, "But, uh, thank you. If, you really believe in us then… I'm sick of being destroyed whenever the Twins were through with me. I want a chance to get to live as I want to!"

"Same here!" Blunck nodded, "Like, ten times more than he does! Do you know how many times I've been passed over in their heads?! They created us and… then they hated us!" Blunck frowned, "So uh. Maybe we should be thanking you for this."

"Well, if you want to, I appreciate it," Harumi smiled, "Make sure you don't let us down. We're leaving you here because we know what you are. Make sure you don't destroy this world."

"Pssht, what do you think we are?" Raggmunk laughed, "We know how to manage our food. Don't worry about us."

"Good," Harumi nodded, "From what Lloyd told me, you two always wanted to be in charge. Well, now you are. Make sure you take care of them."

With that, Harumi lifted off the ground again, flying back up and onto the deck of the Serpentus Bounty. The last of the Vermillion streamed out of the ship. In the cockpit of the massive ship, Lloyd hit a button and scanned it, looking for any snakes that hadn't made their way out. Monty and Over and over stood in the massive bay the passengers used, looking around to help clean out any leftovers.

As Harumi landed on the deck, she turned to see someone was already there. Standing at the base of the stairs to enter the cockpit above them and leaning on the railing was none other than Lulloyd. He'd long since changed out of his war armor, and now had returned to a simple green hoodie and black pants. He had his hood up, and as he looked out across the Vermillion still disappearing into the distance around the two commanders, he let out a long sigh.

"Something wrong?" Harumi walked over to him, waving her hand gently to get his attention, "You're sulking."

"Harumi?" Lulloyd rotated his head to look at her, smiling awkwardly, "I, uh… it's. It's nothing, really. I'm. I'm good."

"You sound the opposite of good," Harumi observed, "I know I haven't really been able to help you all out with your own things lately but… go on, tell me. What's up?"

Lulloyd looked as though he was considering brushing her off, but her kind smile made him reach up and draw his hood back down, "It's… it's silly, Harumi. Like, really silly. Not sure if I should say it."

"I think after everything we've been through, nothing is silly," Harumi countered playfully.

"That's… that's just it," Lulloyd gulped, "It's… it's everything that we've gone through. It's. It's hitting me now that… that all this is. It's gonna come to an end. We… we did it. We beat the Twins and… and now we're. We're cleaning up loose ends. Really… really quickly."

"Is that it, though?" Harumi asked him, "It's normal to feel weird after something big happens. It's like all the emotion you had inside you, you've been storing it for so long that when you're done with it, you feel empty."

"I… I think that's part of it. But it's not just that," Lulloyd sighed, "I… I led an army, Harumi. I was o-on that battlefield. In… in t-that armor, d-doing all sorts of big, warlord things. I was General Number Son, the thing that… that I was fighting without knowing it for a really, really, like really long time," Lulloyd sighed, "I guess that, I'm worried now about, everything. I-I know that when I go home all this is… it's not gonna be there."

"Oh," Harumi blinked, "You're worried about how you're going to go back to normal after, well, all this just happened?"

"Yes!" Lulloyd blinked, "I-I mean. Uh. Yeah, mostly," Lulloyd rotated his head away, "I feel… guilty inside for even saying that, you know? I-I did all these amazing things out here and I-I'm saying I want them to keep going. Even though, it was the Twins that were doing all that, really bad stuff. It's all just… really messed up inside my head right now."

Harumi took her time to think about what Lulloyd was saying. Right now, she knew what he meant. They had just stood on the precipice of destruction and oblivion and fought back. The storm had faded, and right now they were watching as it receded. But soon enough, it would be gone, and they would have to return to the things they were doing before it.

"...You know," Harumi nodded, "I've been thinking about what I'm going to do with my power now that this is all over."

"Your power?" Lulloyd asked, only for him to realize she was referring to the fact she was glowing a powerful gold, "Gah, sorry, that was stupid of me. Yeah, of course. You… you kinda did, a lot of it really quickly. Everyone saw you, uh, you know," Lulloyd paused, "Kinda, destroy the entire Vermillion army on your own?"

"Thank you," Harumi smiled warmly at him, "It's been on my mind, you know. I mean, I have to go back home with the power of the First Rhotatae Master. It's a big deal."

"Are… you going to, leave it?" Lulloyd paused, "I mean, can you?"

"I can,," Harumi inhaled, "But I don't think I want to."

Harumi took another moment to breathe. Slowly, the gold in her body began to fade. The golden robes that she'd sported for those long days now faded away into the green and black of her ninja robes. Slowly, the golden power concentrated in the hole in her uniform, then faded away. Harumi's hair stopped flowing in some ethereal breeze. She opened her eyes to reveal them gold for a moment, then they faded back to her normal, deep black.

"I'll keep it, but I'll only use it when I have to," Harumi nodded, "I remember my dad telling me something about this. That power isn't power because of what you can do, but because of what others want to do with it. It's going to be a lot of work to keep it to myself, but…" Harumi turned to look at Lulloyd with a nod, "I'm going to keep it, master it, and move forward like I always have. After all…" Harumi smiled, "I'm still a ninja."

Lulloyd could feel the weight behind her words, yet he was still unsure, "So… you think, you can just… go back to what you were doing before? You've… you've destroyed entire armies and, you can go back to hanging out with your friends and, training with them and, going to the arcade and beating your old high scores and stuff?"

"I don't see why not," Harumi smiled, leaning over the railing and letting the breeze of the world in front of them blow through her hair, "It won't be easy. Nothing that's worth doing ever is," Harumi smiled, "But we were never fighting to change everything. We were fighting to protect the people we care about, as they were. And if I can do that by going back home and just learning how to handle my power on my own, then I will," Harumi paused, then sighed, "I sound like dad now, don't I?"

Lulloyd took in what she was saying, noticing something quickly, "Your, dad? You normally, don't like talking about him."

"Before this? I wouldn't want to. But now…" Harumi brushed her hand against the hole in her suit, "I think I can. I think I can move forward now. I'm still not sure I'll ever be fully okay with what happened to him. But I can't let it keep holding me back. I have to keep my head up, even if it hurts to look at the sky that he left behind for me."

Harumi went silent for a moment, thinking about what she'd just said. When she didn't hear a response, she turned to see Lulloyd staring at her in utter awe at what she'd said. When he saw her look, Lulloyd quickly rotated his head away with a blush and drew his hood up.

"I forgot how good you are at giving advice when you're, you know. We're not being attacked all the time," Lulloyd informed her, "Thanks."

"Of course," Harumi smiled to him, "I'm always here to help a friend."

Lulloyd starred out into the distance as he felt the Serpentus Bounty start to rise from the ground. As the jets activated and carried them up into the air, the force of rising hit them both and pressed their feet against the deck. Once they had ascended a certain distance, the force wore off and let the two of them relax again.

"I guess, it won't be, that hard to go back to training with dad… I mean, unless he expects me to start actually conquering people," Lulloyd shuddered, "I'm sure he wouldn't, do that, though. I mean, as long as I get to go back to just, hanging out with the team and playing at the arcade, I guess it won't be too bad."

"Well, nothing is bad if you work to make it better," Harumi told him, "My Ninjago City isn't perfect. And my friends fight all the time. But that doesn't mean that it doesn't get better. Just make sure you keep making it worth being in, and it'll work out."

"Yeah… yeah, you're right," Lulloyd took a deep breath, "Sorry about this, Harumi. I don't know what really came over me. Guess… I'm not quite ready for it all to be over."

There was a loud thump from behind them. The two turned to see Over standing at the top of the stairs to the Serpentus Bounty's bridge, his staff rising from where it struck the deck.

"It is time for us to depart," Over nodded, "We have delivered the Vermillion and ensured there are none left on the ship. We must return to the others to ferry them back to their homes properly."

"Speaking of Over," Harumi chuckled, "Let's go before we get blown off the ship into the void."

Lulloyd didn't feel like arguing with her, namely because the image of that worried him greatly. He made his way up into the deck of the ship alongside Harumi, where the door shut tightly behind him. Lloyd stood at the helm, flanked by Mage, Monty and now Over. As the six of them fully congregated together in the cockpit together, they each took in the feeling of being together once again.

"It should take no less than four trips for us to finish returning everyone back to their homes," Over started the conversation, cutting through the silence, "We will begin with the Shark Army, then two trips for the Elemental Army, and finish it with the others and dragons. I believe we will be finished with everything by the evening."

"The evening, huh?" Monty cocked his hips, "Yeah… sure."

"All we need to do is take everyone home now?" Mage asked with a nervous smile, "That's… that's great."

"We just have to start our trip back home," Lloyd nodded slowly, his hand hesitating to reach for the lever. He gave it a small pull, causing them to open their portal and soon fire out into the void itself. Soon, the world around the Serpentus Bounty became nothing but an endless inky mirth.

Once they started moving, the feeling of the room began to get to Lloyd as well. He hung his head, feeling it. The end of their journey was right here. They'd finished all their business. They'd given everything in order to win the fight, and now… it was over. Soon, they would return everyone home to where they came from, and everything else.

"So… what do we do about… him?" Lulloyd asked, trying to think about something.

"I have resolved to take care of that," Over nodded his head, "He will be taken home by me, and me alone. It was my promise to him."

"Right, right…" Lulloyd trailed off again, "So… uh. Monty!" Lulloyd smiled, "How's, the sword going?"

"Huh?" Monty perked up from his own thoughts, then grumbled out, "Oh. It's fine. I'm its master now and stuff. Sanctuary has three uses before I burn through it. You know."

"Heh… right, right," Lulloyd quieted down, "...Right."

There was another long silence.

"Your robes aren't gold anymore," Mage turned to Harumi, "Any reason why?"

"I don't want to tell everyone that I'm the Ultimate Rhotatae Master," Harumi smiled back at him, "But don't worry, I still have it. I… kinda like green better, to be honest."

"Yeah, heh! Gold is my thing!" Mage nodded.

The silence returned in force.

"...So uh, Over…" Lloyd started, "What-"

"With the distortion that our worlds have suffered," Over began, "I believe that it is important that we recognize this, and strive to fix it going forward." The mood in the air was lifted as Over finally voiced their feelings.

"What, do you mean?" Lulloyd asked, "Like… we keep in touch?"

"I know what Over is saying," Harumi stepped forward, "We should agree to help each other. We've changed the course of fate itself in all of our worlds. It's only fair that we work to make sure that something like this never happens again… or at the least, we're there to help each other with it."

Harumi hit a button to cause the core of the Serpentus Bounty, and their wristbands, to rise up behind them. To each of them, it was a simple tool, a device they employed simply to keep moving ahead. Now, though, it almost felt like it had little weight on them. When they stood inside a ship that could move in the void itself with little worry, they almost seemed insignificant. Yet they'd fought with them for so long that seeing them was almost nostalgic in some way.

'When we finish today, with all of this, bringing everyone home," Harumi nodded, "We each make a pact here, right now. I know it's a little silly but… we make a promise that if we ever have need of each other, that we help each other as much as we can."

"You… want us to go and, and agree to… stay in touch?" Lulloyd's eyes sparked hopefully.

"It is a valid offer," Over mused, "One that I cannot see much issue with."

"Weren't you the one at first all up in it about not wanting to change things?" Monty waved his hand at Harumi.

"That was before the Twins did it anyway," Harumi pointed out, "They've already changed everything by doing all of this. Right now, the best we can do is to try to keep things on track. But…" Harumi shook her head, "I don't think that will be quite possible. For a really long time, actually. And I think that means the best thing we can do going forward is to be there for each other when things happen."

"Hrmm…" Mage nodded his head, "I mean. I don't think I see anything bad happening back home for me for awhile. But it seems like you guys get into new problems every week!" Mage smiled, "I'd be happy to help you out!"

"You're trying to put me on speedial?" Monty shook his head, "You must be crazy."

"Well… you are the one with a sword that can, kinda predict anything…" Lulloyd pointed out, gesturing to the SoS that Monty carried with him. Monty frowned and said nothing more.

"Is that okay then?" Lloyd asked, "To, actually do that?"

"I believe we've failed to put forward any arguments against it," Over nodded, "I would not mind remaining in contact with you all. In fact… it would put my mind at ease in a way I have not considered until now."

"Then let's do it," Harumi nodded, holding her arm forward, "If you agree, put your hand in. We'll make it together so we know we all follow it."

Each of them thought about what that meant. Lloyd looked over at the devices still in the core of the Serpentus Bounty, powering their flight through the void. He thought about how hard they'd worked for them, how much they'd given to make them. He thought back to Olive and Harumi's world, how Mage and Ophiod had lost them for the longest time. He thought about how they'd originally used a crystal, then Monty's Chi, and finally them. So many memories were wrapped into their adventures. So many were there that he didn't want to give up.

Lloyd stepped forward, putting his hand on top of Harumi's own. Harumi turned and gave him a warm smile. Over was next, walking forward and extending his own in a somehow dignified gesture. Mage hopped forward nearly immediately, giving Over a look of relief that Lloyd didn't quite understand. Monty was hesitant for the longest time, but Lulloyd strode forward and put his own inside. Monty, seeing everyone else was doing it, gave a long sigh and put his own in.

"Whatever help we need, whenever we need it, for however long we need it," Harumi stated, "We'll be there to help each other. We've forever changed our destiny, let's make sure we make this new one a good one," Harumi smiled again, starting a cheer as the rest of them followed.

"NINJAAAAAAA-GO!" The six of them threw their arms up, Monty with slightly less flair and a long whisper of the chant. When they were all finished, Lloyd turned to Harumi with a sweet smile that made her smile warmly to him in return.

With a loud flash of light and color, the Serpentus Bounty arrived back in the grounds over the Corridor of Elders. As they turned to look below, they could see all their friends waiting for them. Waiting to go home and return to their own worlds, their lives forever changed just as each of them had. Lloyd, feeling a warm high in his gut after their promise, steered the ship down and towards the ground.

Roughly twenty minutes later, the ship was filled with the first wave of passengers to return home. Lloyd pulled the hatches to shut the Serpentus Bounty doors, allowing them to begin rising up into the air. The others on the ground below waved at them as the six manned the helm, looking out into the sky together.

"Is everyone on board?" Lloyd asked.

"Looks like it," Monty sighed, "What are you waiting for?"

"It's time for this story to end," Over nodded, "And for this to come to the conclusion it was always meant to be."

"I'm ready," Mage nodded, "I have a lot to do!"

"I… I'm, I think I'm ready too," Lulloyd smiled.

"Well?" Harumi smiled, "What are you waiting for?"

Lloyd nodded. Slowly, he pulled the lever to cause the head of the snake to open up at the front of the Serpentus Bounty. As it charged up, the laser fired out and opened the portal in the sky, the portal that would take them back out into the worlds they had discovered, come to know, and come to cherish. The worlds they'd fought for, and given everything to protect. Their journey may have been at an end, but there was one last trip for them to embark upon.

"Alright then," Lloyd nodded, "Then it's time to…"

ENTER THE NINJAVERSE

Author's Note:

And thus, we've reached the end… of the main story! Stay tuned for the Epilogues! I'll be saving my full final thoughts about my story for the last of them1 I'll be posting two of them for these last few posting days!