As he passed through the dimensional portal, Mario lost sight of Cyanara. He felt himself tumbling again, falling through impenetrable darkness. Where he was he did not know. On he fell, seemingly in slow motion, on and on into the blackness...

"Ooof!" Mario grunted as he smacked face-first into solid ground. He heaved himself back onto his feet and took a look around. He stood on a perfectly flat octagonal platform with a broad black stripe down the center of its metal surface and pink around its edges. The platform seemed to be flying, for now the black sky began to show red and purple racing past him in symmetrical bursts. His eyes widened.

"Wait a minute! I know this place! It's—"

"Ha ha ha ha ha!!" echoed a loud laugh from behind him. "Welcome, Mario, to your...Final Destination!"

Mario jumped and whirled around. There, floating just off the platform's edge, was the gargantuan face of Cyanara herself, complete with black hair, black eyes, and contemptuous smile.

"YOU!" he shouted, shaking his fist at the mammoth face. "You really were behind everything that's gone on lately—even the Super Smash Bros. tournaments! This is the Final Destination stage, isn't it!?"

Cyanara laughed again. "But of course, Mario. I will admit that your fighting prowess allowed me to perfect my prototype weaponry. Now behold as I unleash their terror on you!"

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a huge white glove came flying down to the platform and hovered menacingly on Mario's right. Another glove glided in on the left. The heroic plumber gasped.

"M-Master Hand! Crazy Hand! You—You—" He ground his teeth in rage, glaring at the Empress in hatred.

"YOU MONSTER!!!"

Mario balled up his fists, breathing heavily due to his boiling anger. "You've played us all along, haven't you!? Hosting those innocent tournaments to perfect deadly weaponry—of all the sick, insane, deluded plots!" He growled savagely. "That does it! Right here, right now—YOU'RE GONNA PAY!!!"

"Don't underestimate the strength of my own two hands," punned Cyanara with her cunning smile. "They are not mere robots obeying preprogrammed commands as they did during the tournament matches. They are now under my direct control. Literally—they are my hands!"

"So that's what the white gloves were for, huh?" Mario seethed. "I'll shred your little toys into a million pieces!"

"My, my, the hero is angry," remarked Cyanara. Her voice turned sinister. "It is finally time, Mario—" Master Hand (Cyanara's right hand) seized Mario in its crushing grip—"time to show you the crushing power of evil!"

Instantly Master Hand began to repeatedly squeeze Mario, making him scream in pain as his body was mercilessly crushed. Master Hand then hurled Mario to the metal platform, stunning him.

"Is that all you've got?" taunted Cyanara wickedly. "Surely the hero is stronger than this pathetic display of incompetence!"

Mario grunted and got to his feet again. "You caught me off guard, that's all. Don't go celebrating just yet!"

"Caught off guard, hm?" Cyanara's black eyes gleamed. "Good. That's my specialty."

Suddenly Crazy Hand (Cyanara's left hand) balled up in a hard fist and came smashing down on Mario's head, grinding him into the platform like a pile driver. When Crazy Hand rose from the platform, the plumber was lying prone on the metal surface, battered and bloodied from being crushed again. He staggered to his feet again, only to be caught between the two Hands as they slammed together in a giant handclap. Their force made Mario scream in pain and collapse once again. This time he did not rise. He lay there helplessly as both Master Hand and Crazy Hand unleashed blue lasers from their fingertips, passing the burning beams right over him and causing excruciating pain.

"Get up!" ordered Cyanara. "Get up and fight like the hero you claim to be!"

Crazy Hand hovered over Mario and began dropping bombs on top of him. The explosions nearly blew Mario to bits and left him bleeding and broken on the platform's surface.

Now Master Hand began to stalk across the platform using two fingers like legs. It came right up to Mario and flicked out one finger, striking him dead-on and tumbling him across the platform a little distance. Mario landed limply, like a rag doll, and did not move except for his ragged, painful breathing.

"Through yet?" asked Cyanara innocently.

Mario groaned and did not reply.

"Very well, then." Master Hand flew up, away from the platform. "One last blow should finish you off. Die, pathetic plumber!"

With that, Master Hand came flying in from behind Cyanara's towering face and brought its palm down right on top of Mario in a powerful smack. Mario screamed one last time, and everything went black.

For the third time Mario awoke on the cold gray stone floor of Penumbra's Tomb. This time, though, he was so battered and weakened that he could not rise. Cyanara stood over him, removing her white gloves and returning them to her pocket. She smiled wickedly at Mario.

"Still alive after that beating? Quite an accomplishment." She reached beneath her lavender miniskirt, the one she wore over the longer, clingier black one, and withdrew her prized demon-handled dagger. "Not that you'll live much longer anyway." Cyanara glared at him and brought the dagger down in a vicious arc, heading straight for Mario's heart.

With a burst of desperate strength Mario flung out his arm to intercept the blade. The dagger tore a gash down his right arm just before his hand struck the dagger from Cyanara's grasp and sent it hurtling into the air, embedding its blade in the ceiling directly over the black stone altar.

"Why, YOU!" raged Cyanara. She brought her foot over Mario's head and struck his skull with her heel. He groaned in pain. Again she rammed her heel into his head—again and again and again, spewing hatred from her mouth with each passing blow. Mario felt himself fading away. The stream of kicks to his head was slowly making him black out. Not much longer and he would be finished in this life. He closed his eyes in exhaustion.

Suddenly there was a blinding flash of light in the room. Cyanara stumbled backward, stunned, and Mario leaped to his feet. His strength had been mysteriously restored in that instant, and his wounds had vanished. Around him the Rainbow Guardians and Athos, too, got to their feet, also revived and replenished.

Cyanara stared past Mario and his companions in horror to the entryway to Penumbra's Tomb. There, in the open doorway, stood Princess Peach herself, arrayed in her rainbow robes, hands outstretched. Determination fired her eyes.

"P-Peach!" spluttered Cyanara, for once caught completely by surprise. "How did you escape?!"

Peach brushed the question aside. Her face held the determined look of a challenger as she faced her older sister, and her voice carried the same challenge. "I am Princess Peach Toadstool, the Eighth Guardian of the Rainbow. I have it in my power to protect those I love, and protect them I will. It is my duty to destroy the evil—and destroy you I will, Cyanara!"

"I'd like to see you prove it, little sister," retorted Cyanara with a touch of sarcasm.

Peach's only answer was to shoot out a beam of light from her hand. The Empress countered with her own black beam. The two clashed halfway between the sisters and struggled to overcome one another. Their energies were balanced. Neither could overpower the other.

"Ha," Cyanara laughed as she continued to hold off Peach's beam. "Even as the Eighth Guardian your power is only a match for mine, Peach. You haven't the strength to best me even now."

"Oh, I wouldn't be too sure of that, Cyanara," Peach replied grimly as she fought against Cyanara's ray of darkness with her light. "There's one thing you forgot to take into account. Amber!"

Amber dashed back to the doorway Peach stood in. "Yes, Eighth Guardian?" she asked hastily.

"Rainbow Mix—you and me!"

"Wh-What?! Me—fuse with the Eighth Guardian?!" Amber was stunned.

"Do it—and hurry!" Peach ordered as she held off Cyanara's ray of darkness.

"Athos, give me the sun!" cried Amber, and Athos promptly transformed himself into a miniature replica of the sun itself, filling the Tomb with brilliant sunlight and nearly blinding the Empress. Amber began glowing fiery orange and within seconds was ablaze.

Peach, holding off Cyanara's dark ray with her left hand, put out her right and formed a barrier of light around Amber, trapping her heat energy inside and making it build up rapidly. In no time Amber had reached the critical fusion temperature, and pure energy began to concentrate inside the barrier.

Now Peach did the unexpected. She suddenly shut off her beam of light and ducked as Cyanara's beam shot over her head. Then, still holding the barrier around Amber, she actually stepped through it into the billion-degree zone within. Untouched by the unearthly heat, she took Amber's hand and dropped the shield. Instantly the fusion energy concentrated around Peach and Amber and engulfed them in a tremendous sphere of light. Cyanara, surprised at this unexpected move, watched in stunned silence as not only Peach and Amber fused, but also Citrine with Amethyst and Emerald with Aquamarine. The light energy vanished, and Cyanara found herself faced with four of the most powerful beings the world has ever seen.

The first, Ruby and Sapphire's fusion form—the red-and-dark-blue-haired Corundum.

The second, Emerald and Aquamarine's fusion form—the green-and-blue-haired Beryl.

The third, Citrine and Amethyst's fusion form—the yellow-and-purple-haired Quartz.

And the fourth, Amber and Peach's fusion form—the orange-and-white-haired Chalcedony.

Cyanara stepped back, still stunned. "Incredible," she murmured. Her eyes narrowed. "I don't care how much power you gain," she announced loudly. "I possess all of the rainbow objects. My strength is undefeatable. You poor fools will perish at my hands unless you surrender to my authority!"

"Never, wicked one!" cried Athos hotly, returning to his human form. "You and your 'master plan' have gone too far already. It is time for you to receive the just reward of evildoers!"

"That reward would be world domination, traitor," replied Cyanara darkly. "I will rule over all—and you, my opponents, will be the first whose lives will be sacrificed to bring in my new order. My era of evil is at hand. Bow to your master, all of you—for I am not simply your ruler, but your omnipotent GOD!!"

"So you presume to play God, is that it?" queried Corundum. "Pretending to be a deity will earn you nothing but destruction!"

With that, Corundum levitated off the gray stone floor of Penumbra's Tomb and used her powers of shielding to place red-and-blue energy barriers around the four fused Guardians, herself included. "Let's see you break through these, Cyanara!"

Beryl's dark eyes sparkled as she prepared to unleash her psychic powers on the Empress. Quartz used her power of summoning to give herself a small army of ferocious lions, primed to attack the Empress at her command. The stage was set for the ultimate superpower conflict—Cyanara versus the fused Rainbow Guardians.

The fight would have been an awesome thing to behold—if it had ever taken place.

Chalcedony turned to Corundum. "Lower your shields, Corundum."

Corundum was shocked. "Chalcedony—"

"Lower the shields."

Confused, Corundum withdrew her protective barriers from herself and her Guardian sisters. Chalcedony motioned to the others to stay back. They relaxed their battle stances, looking at her in puzzlement.

"Stay back," commanded Chalcedony quietly. "This is for me to do."

A hush settled over Penumbra's Tomb. Even Cyanara was struck by Chalcedony's quiet, purposeful bearing. Slowly the fused Guardian stepped in front of the Empress and issued an unbelievable challenge.

"Kill me."

"What?!" cried Mario. "No! Peach, NO!!"

"Trying to trick me into making the first move, aren't you?" Cyanara asked slyly, a cunning smile breaking over her face. "What are you planning?"

Chalcedony said nothing. She simply stood there, waiting.

"You can't do this!!" protested Beryl. "Chalcedony, STOP!!"

A wicked grin spread across Cyanara's face. She drew her hands back, charging up the dark energy within her. "So the Guardian Chalcedony wishes to die? Very well—then so be it!"

Cyanara flung her hands out toward her surrendering opponent and unleashed a torrential beam of darkness at her. The beam stretched from Cyanara's hands in seeming slow motion as Mario stared at it in horror. He reached for the motionless Guardian.

"PEACH!!!"

Chalcedony lifted a hand and intercepted the beam. It struck her palm and stopped instantly, its energy gathering into a sphere in her hand. Cyanara stared at her in shock.

"Y-You—my—you couldn't have—!!"

In another instant the beam went shooting right back at Cyanara, punching a gaping hole directly through her heart. The heat of the beam seared the blood vessels shut and prevented blood flow from the fatal wound.

The Empress stood still and looked down at the hole in her chest. Her face slowly paled, and she looked up at Chalcedony. Her voice was hoarse.

"So...you think you are victorious... I...cannot...be...killed...like......that......" She pitched onto her face and remained motionless. The room was deathly silent.

"It is done," Chalcedony said quietly. She canceled her fusion, splitting back into two separate beings—Peach and Amber. Mario rushed to the Princess and grabbed her in a bear hug.

"You really had me worried for a minute there!" he exclaimed as he squeezed her tightly.

Peach hugged him back. "Amber and I knew what we had to do," she answered softly. "Cyanara had to be convinced to act out of maliciousness, not from a preplanned strategy. That was her weakness—bloodlust." Her eyes watered. "My sister..."

Mario released her from his arms. "You've changed," he said simply.

She nodded. "I know. I had to come to grips with my role as a Rainbow Guardian. I'm willing to accept it now. Mom knew what she was doing when she passed her title and powers down to me when she did. If I hadn't had the power I do know...I hate to think of what might have happened."

"How did you escape from that tube she had you locked up in?" Mario asked, puzzled.

Peach smiled wryly. "Mom. I kept thinking of her words when she told me, 'You are stronger inside than you think you are.' She told me to reach inside myself to find the strength I needed. So I did...and here I am. I was able to break free."

Seeing Mario's disappointed look, she hastened to add, "Don't be sad, Mario. I'm still the same Princess Peach you've always known. I'm just a little stronger, that's all."

"So does this mean I won't have to rescue you ever again?" Mario asked. His tone was dejected, but there was a twinkle of humor in his eyes.

Peach laughed. "We'll see. I may have to arrange a kidnapping just so you have something productive to do with your time." Her eyes danced with laughter. "Come on, let's go." She took Mario's hand and began to move toward the double doors which led out of Penumbra's Tomb—but she froze halfway there. Someone frighteningly familiar was blocking the open doorway. She had black hair, black eyes, a clingy black skirt with a lavender miniskirt over it, and a form-fitting ruby-red top. In her hands she clasped an iron staff tipped with a glittering yellow crescent. She smiled cunningly.

Cyanara.

Not a word was spoken. Every one was stunned at the Empress's reappearance. Mario took a look behind him to see Cyanara still lying on the floor of Penumbra's Tomb, right where Chalcedony had felled her. He turned back to the doorway. It couldn't be—two Cyanaras?!

Cyanara erupted with laughter at Mario's incredulous expression. "A little disbelieving, Mario?"

"If you're Cyanara, then who's that?" demanded Mario, pointing at the dead "Cyanara" behind him. "A clone?"

"Android," Cyanara replied smoothly. "While you were wandering down memory lane, Mario, I replaced the real me with a copy. I knew you'd kill her sooner or later, but it doesn't matter. My plan is still active, and your little scuffle with my alter ego has only furthered my designs."

Peach reached out a hand to Cyanara. "Please, Cyanara, enough of this senseless fighting. Come back to the castle with me."

"The castle?" spat Cyanara. "What for? I have my own place right here. I don't need my little sister to dole out charity to me."

"But Cyanara—"

"Enough," barked the Empress. "Farewell, all of you. Thanks to you, my trap is now set." She turned and began walking down the entry hall toward the stairs that led up to the main floor. "I'll be waiting for your return, Mario...for tonight is the night of the half moon." She reached the stairs and disappeared up them into her fortress.

Peach, still staring after her estranged sister, clasped Mario's hand in hers a little tighter. "Mario, the half moon—"

"She's going to try awakening the evil behind that door," Mario finished tersely, turning to gaze at the ominous mammoth door lurking behind them. "We'd better leave now."

"Wait," Peach said, quickly stepping over to the fallen Cyanara android. The humanoid robot still wore the Rainbow Rings and Rainbow Pendant. Peach removed the objects from the false Empress and put them on herself, each Ring on its proper finger, the Pendant dangling from its golden necklace about her neck. Then she moved to the black altar and picked up the eight Rainbow Discs. They floated out of her hands and began circling her just as they had Cyanara, glowing with brilliant rainbow colors.

Peach lifted her hands. "Cyanara has done much damage with her dimensional rift. It is time that rift was healed."

"Do it, Peach!" exclaimed Mario.

"Power of the rainbow," cried Peach, "restore these eight dimensions into one and remove the curse of destruction placed on this kingdom!"

The Discs halted in their flight and channeled brilliant rays of color directly into Peach's body. The infusion of power was painless; Peach neither winced nor cried out as the rainbow energy poured into her. The Pendant began to glow.

The eight colors of the rainbow burst forth from the Pendant in rapid succession, flashing brilliantly for moments apiece. At the final flash, the burst of black, the room was seized with a tremendous quaking. For almost five minutes Penumbra's Tomb and its occupants reeled under the force of the earthquake. At last the rumbling subsided, leaving the Tomb silent and still. The Discs floated back into Peach's hands, and the glowing ceased.

"Is...is it done?" breathed Quartz.

For the first time Peach allowed herself a worry-free smile. "Yes," she replied happily. "The Mushroom Kingdom has been restored!"

A rousing cheer erupted from the threats of Mario, Athos, Corundum, Beryl, Quartz, and Amber. Peach shed tears of joy.

"Finally," she whispered to herself, "finally my people are safe again." The thought brought more tears to her eyes. "Safe. Safe at last."

When the cheering died down, Peach remembered Cyanara's threat about the half moon. "Emerald."

Beryl canceled her own fusion, splitting into Emerald and Aquamarine. The green-haired Emerald stepped forward. "Yes, Eighth Guardian?"

"Emerald, go to my castle and bring the captain of the guard to me."

Emerald flashed a smile and winked out of existence. In moments she reappeared in Penumbra's Tomb, bearing Russ T. in her arms. She set him on his feet before the Princess.

The armor-clad Toad looked utterly bewildered as he looked at Peach. "...Your Highness? Is that you?"

Peach nodded. "My mother made me the eighth Rainbow Guardian, Russ."

Russ's eyebrows went up. "...OOO-K," he said hesitantly, "you lost me completely on that one." He shrugged. "Guess I'll just take your word for it. What did you want me to do?"

"Russ," Peach answered earnestly. "I want you to guard the entrance to this room tonight. If anyone or anything gets inside, report to me immediately. We're going back to the castle."

"Back?" Russ queried. "The dimensional rift—"

"Taken care of, Russ. It's gone."

"Thank the Stars for that!" exclaimed the captain. He saluted. "I'm on it, Your Highness. No one's going to get into this room tonight!"

"One more thing, Emerald," Peach said aloud. "Please check around this fortress. I want to know if Cyanara's still here."

"Be right back!" Emerald again vanished, returning a few minutes later instead of within seconds as she had last time.

"The place is empty," she reported in her girlish voice. "Cyanara's nowhere to be seen."

"She must be expecting something to happen tonight," guessed Mario grimly. "Come on, let's get out of here." Russ stationed himself just outside the Tomb entrance as the others filed out.

"Home at last!" sighed Peach happily as she walked through the doors into the castle's front lobby.

Rachel came into the foyer from the other direction and dropped the stack of folded sheets she was carrying. "Your Highness!" she cried, rushing to the Princess. Peach enveloped her trusty servant in a warm hug.

"Oh, it's so good to see you safe and sound!" exclaimed Rachel. "I was so worried about you!"

Luigi stuck his head into the lobby. "What's all the commotion—HEY!! You're back, bro!" A huge grin split his face wide open. "Lemme get everybody else!" The head was withdrawn from the doorway, and within minutes the lobby doors flew open. Michael, Tace T., Hardshell, the royal guards—even Toadsworth came rushing out to greet the Princess. Joyous shouting echoed around Peach as everyone clustered around her. The Princess just stood there, tears streaming down her cheeks at this show of love and appreciation.

"Your Highness?" rose a tiny voice above the clamor.

Peach turned, and her smile became tender. "Leika!"

Leika curtsied. "Your Highness, I must take the eight Rainbow Rings. They must be returned to their place in my homeland temple."

Graciously Peach removed the eight Rings from her fingers and handed them to the hovering fairy. The Rings shrank to the appropriate size as Leika took them, and she slipped them onto her own tiny fingers. "Thank you, Eighth Guardian."

"Leika," corrected the Princess, "enough with the title. I'm just Princess Peach."

Leika smiled.

Ruby tapped Peach on the shoulder. "Your Highness—um, Eighth Guardian—"

"Ruby." Peach stopped her. "I'm not just your ruler anymore. I'm your sister Guardian. Please—call me Peach."

The red-haired Guardian hesitated. "...Peach," she began, somewhat uncomfortable with the informality, "the Shadows Royal are dead. Our duty is done. We are returning to Rainbow Temple immediately."

"That's all right," Peach assured her. "That's where you belong, at least for now. I must remain here, though." She handed the first seven Rainbow Discs back to Ruby. "My love goes with you, Ruby. Feel free to visit me any time you wish."

"Thank you, Peach," Ruby said gratefully.

Amethyst clasped Athos's hand "Before I go..."

"Before we go, you mean," corrected Athos gently. He faced the Princess. "We would like to be joined in holy matrimony." Amethyst beamed.

Citrine stepped forward. "I object."

"State your objections, Citrine," Peach interposed.

The third Guardian faced Athos with an air of directness. "Athos," she began bluntly, "the pledge of the Guardians requires absolute loyalty to the protection of the Discs."

"Rest assured," Athos replied, "that I have no intention of making her break that commitment. I intend to help her fulfill it. It is the least I can do for her after all she has done for me."

"So you will not allow the duties of Guardianship and matrimony to conflict?"

"On the contrary," Athos answered, "I intend to make the two duties one. Whatever her Guardian's duties call for, I will be beside her to assist."

"Very well." Citrine stepped back, placated. "I have no further objections."

"Then it's settled," Peach announced. "When would you like to have the ceremony?"

Athos looked down at his fiancée.

"Today," Amethyst answered happily.

Peach smiled. "I can arrange that."

With that, Peach raised her voice above the welcoming din and ordered everyone back to their duties. The crowd dispersed, leaving only Mario and Peach in the lobby.

"It looks like Amethyst will get to have her wedding after all," Peach said with a smile, speaking to no one in particular. "I'm glad for her."

"Peach," Mario said hesitantly, "about your birthday... I'm sorry I was late."

"I'm glad you were," Peach replied, turning her smile toward Mario. "If you'd been on time, you would have been on my plane when it was hijacked. Cyanara would have had both of us."

"Still, I never did get a chance to give you your birthday present." Mario smiled as he withdrew the small red box from his pocket and handed it to Peach. "I hope you like it."

Peach took the small red box and flipped the lid up. Inside glittered a diamond ring. She caught her breath. "Mario—this—is this—"

Mario looked her in the eyes. "Princess Peach...will you marry me?"

The next thing Mario knew he was being smothered in hugs by a joyous Princess Peach. He returned the embrace.

"Of course I will!" she exclaimed happily. "I've been waiting so long for you to ask me that!"

"I still don't know why I waited so long," Mario returned with a smile as Peach released him and slipped the ring onto her finger. "Maybe because I didn't want to hear—"

"Your Highness! What is that you have on your finger?!"

"—Toadsworth," Mario finished with a mock groan.

"It's an engagement ring, isn't it? ISN'T IT?!" Toadsworth ranted from the lobby steps. "Speak up!"

"For your information, Toadsworth, Mario just asked me to marry him," Peach replied matter-of-factly.

"And what did you say to him?" demanded the elderly steward.

Peach smiled. "Yes."

Toadsworth's eyes bulged, and his face went red. He clutched his cane with a death grip.

"Uh-oh." Mario gulped. "RUN!"

Both princess and plumber dashed out the lobby doors into the castle yard just as Toadsworth's choice protest came bellowing after them.

"ABSOLUTELY OUTRAGEOUS!!!"

Evil... The ultimate evil...

It sleeps behind the towering door in Penumbra's Tomb...

Cyanara has threatened to awaken it. But only Mario holds the key to opening that door.

That key?

His blood.

But Cyanara has none of Mario's blood, you say.

True.

She does not need it...

Come with me. Step into the realm of the Mushroom Kingdom and watch as the terrifying drama unfolds before your very eyes.

You are standing in the long, dim hall leading to Penumbra's Tomb, deep in the bedrock beneath Cyanara's fortress. You slowly move forward to the black double doors, grasp one of the half-moon handles, and pull the door open. Slowly, hesitantly, you step inside.

Immediately you sense an atmosphere of foreboding as your gaze falls on that huge, ominous door across the semicircular room. The air seems filled with a strange tension, as if something dreadful is about to transpire. Your ears, straining for the slightest sound, catch whispering noises, as if the unseen spirits here are discussing your presence.

Suddenly, without reason, you are overpowered by the impulse to look up. There, embedded in the ceiling directly over the altar, is a dagger, a demonic face leering at you from its hilt, blood coating the blade. It is the very weapon with which Empress Cyanara attacked Mario. And the blood on the blade...it is Mario's blood.

You stare in deadly fascination, transfixed, as the bright red liquid trickles down the blade, pools at the hilt, creeps down the handle. A single drop forms at the end of the handle and hangs suspended there for a moment.

Time seems to slow. The room appears to whirl about you. Your eyes are locked on that single ruby droplet hanging in mid-air. A chill runs down your spine.

Then, as if in slow motion, the droplet falls, down, down, down, toward the stone beneath it. The silence in the room is almost deafening. Then you hear it—the sound of that fatal drop of blood striking the altar's surface.

plink...

THIS IS NOT THE END.

IT IS ONLY THE BEGINNING...