"That Calamity... has receded..."
The people of Dark Night City climbed out of the shattered ruins, staring blankly into the distance as the darkness retreated, as the blazing sunlight broke through the clouds and shone on them once more.
This war had torn apart far too many families and brought far too many cycles of suffering.
Countless people.
Countless worlds had thrown themselves into this battlefield before the apocalypse descended.
It seemed the day when the clouds would part and the sun would shine would never come again.
And they knew all too well.
This was only a brief dawn after the darkness receded.
One day, that boundless darkness would return, bringing a raging tide of destruction that would annihilate everything and engulf their entire world once more.
That day.
They found Lynn at the border of the Main Universe.
He had nearly died, his almost entirely corroded body drifting through the sunless void, though it seemed only moments ago that he had returned, so full of spirit.
That day.
Every Jailer appeared in Hell, in the Wasteland of the Divine Realm.
Beneath that ancient Royal Banner, they all knelt on one knee before their Princess and pledged their loyalty.
Only later did they learn.
These were the final wishes and orders the Painter had left behind.
As though she had foreseen her own departure, she had already arranged the futures of every Jailer and the Violet Old Guard. In the end, she had entrusted supreme power over Hell to her daughter.
Once again.
Beneath the Violet banner whipping in the fierce wind, that girl, long since grown, took up the royal authority passed down through countless years.
Just as she had in the days of that ancient empire.
As the eldest daughter of the Violet Family, she had