(Yaemon is defeated.)
Yaemon falls mortally hurt to the stone roof of the Great Keep. The wind howls and there is a clap of thunder. His face is suddenly lit up in a flare of lightning and , strangely, he is smiling, calm in the face of death. He raises his voice above the sound of the driving rain: 'You are truly formidable, Ninja. I have fought many great warriors. Your Manmarcher father was one, but I triumphed over him as I did over all the others.' You are about to ask him who your father was when he is racked by a fit of coughing which robs him of his last breath.
Yaemon is dead and you have succeeded in your mission. Your fame as Avenger will spread through the lands of Orb on the wings of fear, for you have killed three tyrants so powerful that they could hold the gods to ransom.

Yaemon's scarlet jacket, now drenched with rain and sweat, has fallen open to reveal a waxed parchment, the Scrolls of Kettsuin. You are about to open this when a wonderful feeling of peace overwhelms you and the voice of your god, Kwon, sounds all around you. 'The Grandmaster of the Dawn named you well, Avenger, for now it is Yaemon and not I who will languish in the lake of boiling blood in Inferno. If you had failed, the Doom Legion and the monks of the Scarlet Mantis would have swept across the Manmarch aided by the priests who revere Nemesis, and all mankind would have lived in terror under the evil overlords you have slain.'
Your wounds are healed as if by a miracle, and new strengthfloods into your body as the god give you Inner Force. You feel dazed and awed by what is happening and the sense of Kwon's goodness fills your soul with enlightenment. 'There is little time now, Avenger, for the gods of evil move against us. You must return the Scrolls of Kettsuin to their rightful place at the Temple of the Rock on the Island of Tranquil Dreams, but your journey will be beset with dangers. I will aid you; choose a skill from the Way of the Tiger which you have not yet mastered and I will grant you its knowledge. It shall be as if you had practiced it from your birthing.'
The god continues, 'I will aid you, but once, at a time of great danger. If you truly have need of me, say only "Kwon, redeem me," and I shall be your salvation. I will watch over you, Avenger, for it is my hope that one day you will join me in the Garden of the Gods.'
As Kwon's presence leaves you, you cannot stop yourself calling out, 'Who was my real father?'
It is as if the wind itself speaks to you as the voice of Kown fades, 'It is not yet time, Avenger.'
You shiver, noticing the coldness of the rain for the first time. Kwon has departed and you are alone once more. With a shock you hear men's cries and the sound of mail-shod feet on the staircase of the Keep...










