Ghost: Tell me, father... Why is it you want to die?
Zadkiel: let me turn that question around... Is there really any value to this thing we call living?
Ghost: It pointless don't you know, to destroy the world and kill yourself at the end to bring a better world.
Ghost: And again it's pointless, because that's the way death works.
Ghost: wandering the world of the living unnoticed as a ghost, that isn't a continuation of life.
Ghost: when you die, That's it... There's nothing more... Nothing new begins... No matter how much you regret or wish, if you couldn't do something in life, You can't suddenly do it when you die.
Ghost: That's just how it works, no way to defy it, try and you end up like this.
Ghost: We no longer have futures to fight for.
Ghost: tumbling down the rabbit hole? I imagine you're feeling a bit like Alice from the book you used to read to me when I was a child...
You are here because you know something.. But what you know can't explain... But you felt it your entire life... There's something wrong with the world, You don't know what it is but it's there driving you mad like a splinter in your mind.
Ghost body begin to begin to turn to Ash and told Zadkiel... This time fight to live... Father.... I love you.
Ghost—Finn sat still, face calm, blue eyes fading as the wind took hold of him.
His final words lingered, echoing through the broken air:
"This time... fight to live... Father...
I love you."
And then—
He was gone.
Dissolved into cinders.
Zadkiel stood there, unmoving.
His hands trembled.
The battlefield—once deafening with war cries now felt impossibly quiet.
Time itself seemed to pause, giving him room to feel something he hadn't allowed himself in centuries...(Grief).
He slowly lowered to his knees, staring at the spot where his son vanished. His son—the one he thought he had lost so long ago.
The one he'd buried in memory to escape the pain. The one who grew up alone in the shadow of destruction.
Zadkiel (whispers):
"…You were alive this whole time…"
His voice cracked, the words breaking him open more than any sword ever could.
Zadkiel:
"I should've… saved you…"
A choked sob escaped him. The monstrous warlord, the butcher of kingdoms, now wept like a father broken beyond repair.
And yet…
Finn's final words remained inside him like a flame refusing to die out.
"Fight to live..."
Zadkiel raised his head, the last of the ashes blowing past his shoulders.
He clenched his fists.
Zadkiel (to himself):
"I'll fight…
Even if there's nothing left to save…
I'll fight to keep breathing…
for him."
And in that moment, something changed in the winds.
The earth trembled once more.
And far above, dark clouds began to part—
if only just a little—
as if the world had heard Finn's final wish.
A new silence fell.
But this one… wasn't empty.
The battlefield lay in ruin, strewn with corpses, scorched steel, and dreams turned to dust.
The sky churned above with the tension of fate yet to fall.
In the midst of it all, Zadkiel rose from the ashes—his cloak torn, his body battered, yet his presence heavier than mountains. His son was gone… but his final words had lit something inside him.
He walked, Step by step,Straight ahead through the rubble.
From behind, Adam emerged limping, sword resting over his shoulder, wounds still bleeding.
He looked toward Zadkiel's back and spoke softly.
Adam: "Are you ready to end this?"
Zadkiel gave no reply, Not even a glance.
Just the sound of boots against cracked earth.
Adam narrowed his eyes, reading every motion.
Then in the stillness of his mind, Adam murmured silently to himself:
"I see… So that's your answer."
No more words.
Just resolve.
The two began walking side by side in total silence, heading towards the far end of the battlefield.
Law, standing beneath the blood-red sky,
with Victoria, Leviathan, and Li Wei gathered behind him.
Their eyes locked onto the two figures advancing.