The crowd held their breath at Thomas' final speech, instantly conveying his plan: to let Greed be the monster he is but focus their attention on the Twilight of Gods.
Dora looked at him and turned her gaze to the sky behind him.
"...Twilight...of the Gods?"
The sun shone brightly at its zenith, but as his eyes focused on it, images of a foreign moment came to mind.
The purple vortex, the city on fire, the giant eye.
He grabbed his head as if in pain, and as he pulled away, he saw images of long green hair.
".....who...what is it?"
"Keep...that...in mind...every human...is...worthless...you want power...come on...Twilight...Gods..."
Thomas' head hit the ground, his breathing slowing.
He turned his head to see Iris, but his vision went blank.
(.... so this is the end... damn... by a dagger?.... you really humiliated me until the end...)
