The remains of the last man now serve as fertilizer. Life is very scarce, but it will soon reemerge. Now that the shadow of its executioner has vanished, the wind breathes freely once again. Through the veins of the earth, the ancestral blood will flow again. The sun and the moon will shine again after the blessed extinction. Thousands of years of slavery end with the fall of the cursed son. The plants grow greener than ever. Beauty rises over death. The water becomes crystal clear again, and laughter replaces tears. Life!, peace! Their filthy wars brought about their end. Life!, peace! After their misery, everything rises again. The sun and the moon will shine again after the blessed extinction. Thousands of years of slavery end with the fall of the cursed son.