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Replace the sound effect of B100 hellbomb backpack counting with Mortis screaming
Ephemera's Last Act
AveMujica's Final Curtain
Beneath the weeping proscenium,
a requiem of the AveMujica whispers to its end.
Mortis, the dusk-clad maiden of clockwork vows,
cradles eternity in her rust-stained palms.
"Should her prayer shatter in my keeping,"
"Let oblivion forge it anew—
In the phoenix-flame of nevermore."
The B-100 glows—a Judas kiss of steel,
a crucifix of final chances.
Her finger descends like a guillotine's sigh,
unmaking time in a symphony of sparks.
For what is a stage, but an altar?
What is a button, but a key
to drown serenades in starless silence...
and let forever bloom in the ashes?...