086- Cosmos - EPILOGUE
At long last, the battle was over.
Upon the barren battlefield stood two figures: that of the victor and that of the fallen. Above them watched the mighty Forgotten. The oldest of the trio, Sailor Wyr, lowered the cloud on which she perched slowly to the ground below, her presence nearly palpable.
"Congratulations on your victory, Sailor Passion." The old woman spoke to the soldier before her. "The prize of your desired reality is yours to claim. All that is left is for you to announce your wish, and we the Forgotten shall accommodate accordingly."
"Before that..." Since the beginning there had been a single question that had festered slowly in Sailor Passion -Anya Mori's- mind. But after watching soldier after soldier fall under her blade, it had become a question that she needed an answer to more than anything else. "Explain to me, Forgotten Ones. What are your reasons for summoning us to this competition?"
Wyr paused in her approach, and for a moment her wise hazel eyes met with gre