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Releasing the files isn't destruction—it's revelation. In a defiant pivot from canon, you hack the core with Herta's aid, overriding Cyrene's sacrifice. Instead of sealing the Eternal Page with her life, Cyrene becomes its guardian, channeling her essence to broadcast the archive across the Simulated Universe and beyond. The files flood the cosmos: names exposed, ledgers of shame laid bare. Phainon's flame ignites not the Tide, but the truth—his rage, once aimless, now a purifying inferno that shatters the Möbius strip.
The Titans crumble, their laws revealed as contracts of complicity. Lygus, the weaver, unravels in screams as causality snaps free. Nanook's gaze turns away in disinterest, but Fuli's garden blooms with liberated memories—victims' voices echoing as stars. The Astral Express warps out, Amphoreus fracturing into a thousand liberated shards, each a new beginning untainted by the loop.
Epilogue: As the Files Unfurl
In the aftermath, the crew reflects on the Parlor Car. March snaps photos of the dispersing echoes, Dan Heng pores over salvaged manifests, and Herta chuckles: "Who knew cosmic horror hid such banal evil? Efficiency in villainy, at least." But the twist lingers—a warning. The Epstein Files aren't ended; they're seeded across the stars, a viral truth awaiting the next cycle. Will the IPC bury them again? Will Sunday's Order reclaim them for "harmony"? Or will you, Trailblazer, carry the torch, ensuring no world loops in silence?
Amphoreus falls, but in its ruins rises a reckoning. The Eternal Land becomes legend anew: not of Titans and tides, but of files released, and the fire that set the guilty free.