It's over. Eden is yours. It seems like only yesterday that you arrived here, naked and alone, and now you rule this world. Leaning back, you relax against a nearby pillar, enjoying some time to sit alone. You chuckle at the irony of it all--you arrived naked and alone, and now you're naked and alone again.
"Well done $NAME1." You sit up quickly. Sounds like you aren't as alone as you thought. Horror grips you when you recognise who has arrived--that voice, that colouration, that pride--it's Meora!
"What do you want Meora?" you demand. He ignores you and is still moving closer to you.
"I'm grateful really. You've this made ever so easy for me", he continues.
"What do you mean?"
With that, Meora stops walking, and then triumphantly responds, "Your efforts have paved the way for my ultimate victory!"
"I'm not going to help you, Meora, whatever you want!" you shout.
"You already have", he softly replies, sitting next to you. "You have swept this world before you. You control it all. And how do you think that happened?" You don't reply, so Meora continues. "I was helping you. I manipulated the events leading to your success."
"$ASSISTANT8", you interrupt, "you killed him didn't you."
"But of course!" Meora replies, "As cute a charmander as he was, $ASSISTANT8 was of more use to me dead than alive. His death caused you to go blind with rage, and was instrumental in allowing you to take control of this world."
"You're a monster", you murmur softly. And it dawns on you: everything you have done, have accomplished, has done nothing more than advance the plans of this dragon. Meora laughs evilly.
"At last you are beginning to understand." He steps up, and then activates his wrist-mounted card device. "With one final act, I can seal you away, and then I shall take control of your body, and with it, rule not only this world, but more worlds beyond!"
Nervously, you stand up, and prepare for what could be your final moments.