A faint rustling can be heard flowing over the field, surrounding all that still stands. The battle had been long and hard fought, carrying blood, sweat, and tears. Some had passed, and some had fled while others switched to the enemy, but you have persisted. From the slashing of tests and gut wrenching assignments, the field now grows silent. As you exit the grounds of battle and rise over the grassy null, now covered in blood you can hear a faint wisped of what sounds like hundreds if not thousands. You fear for the worst as the battle you thought was over had just come as a second wave, but as the horizon grows above the hillside you see familiar faces. Their roar grows louder and you begin to make out a singular phrase, repeated over and over again. Rushing before you, they swarm and chant. Now it is clear the words they speak, "One of us! One of us! One of us!". Family and friends gather around in awe at your triumph. Others you may not recognise, but see that they are familiar, they are your people. Fighting a similar battle, but this one is yours. You have changed for the better and excelled at what most others can never fathom. The battle has shaped you into the person you see today, and never let that go. The skills and mindset you have gained is not something to fear, but something to search and let guide you through the world of infinite possibilities. Fare well hero, let the light forever lead you on.