That was it.
It was over.
The era would end.
Nick checked in with the Sun every fifty years or so, which was why he had missed the initial announcement.
'As expected,' Nick thought as he took a deep breath. 'The Champion is too old, and allowing a new Champion to rise probably costs too much Zephyx.'
'They have to make the new Champion into a Savior, and that has to be expensive.'
'They don't want to make a new Champion just so they could harvest Zephyx for a couple more centuries.'
'The era will end before the Champion dies or shortly after.'
The era had gone on for longer than Nick had predicted.
He had anticipated that it would end a thousand years earlier, but that was not the case.
'The aliens really want to squeeze as much Zephyx out of Earth as possible.'
Nick didn't know it, but the reason why the era had gone on for so long was the Representatives of the Mother.
They needed more Zephyx.
