[Verse 1]
Level 50
Everyone back
Every captain
Every crew
Every beast that followed Rangor home
Every bag that Lara packed
“You are not the first choice”
Nobody was surprised
“You are the only choice”
Still not surprised
[Pre-Chorus]
The darkness has the Gatekey
Or it will
Unless someone stops it
And the someone
Is everyone in this room
Right now
[Chorus]
The last frontier
Level 289
The last frontier
Every one of us
We didn’t come this far
Through every level
Every fold
Every wrong turn
To stop here
The last frontier — we said yes
The last frontier — we march
[Verse 2]
Then Chaos raised his hand
“I would also like to say—”
“You already said it,” said Solara
“I said it in the council”
“That counts”
“It does not count”
“I have the highest bounty in this room”
A pause
“I need it on record”
“…fine”
Chaos stood up straight
“Sign me up”
Disorder: “And me”
Historia: already writing it down
[The Roll Call]
Cygnus — dances first, fights second, both at once
Rion — arrow ready since before the meeting started
Herc — lion hide on, been ready since Level 1
Lara — three hundred bags, writing while walking
Castor — first knight, hands at his sides, already there
Aldric — seventeen maps, wrong one on top, as always
Persy — confidence without evidence, already standing like he won something
Crotus — the chicken situation is behind us
Cala — the gate will open. She will make sure.
Cassie — already coordinating, nobody asked her to start
Draco — fighters formed before the order was given
Hydra — wizards present, not sure why they waited
Quade — four arms, four bows, four times prepared
Rangor — every beast assembled, all following, all of them
Solvren — soup is ready. It is probably fine.
Brome — walking. Things are already falling. This is normal.
Madela — cloth down, packed, not stopping for anything
Aevum — “this again.” Yes. This again. She will handle it.
Lorn — something more interesting caught his eye. Level 289 qualifies.
Vael — “Are we going?” Yes. “Now?” Yes. “Together?” Yes.
Thresh — parameters confirmed, direction established, moving
Mira — she saw this coming. Three minutes ago.
Havoc — ready. The area is aware of this.
Ruin — ready. See above.
Mayhem — ready. The room is already different.
Disorder — agrees. Always agrees.
Historia — present. In both senses.
[Bridge]
This was not supposed to be them
And it was always going to be them
Because this crew
That gets lost on purpose
That destroys things by standing
That carries soup into every battle
That needs parameters
That writes while walking
That eats with Mothmen
That dances instead of answering
Is the only crew in any level
In any fold
In any reality
That walks toward the impossible
And argues about chicken on the way
[Final Chorus]
The last frontier
Level 289
The last frontier
Every name here
We didn’t survive every hollow
Every typhon
Every Depthsquid with feet
To stop before the Gatekey
The last frontier — we are the ones who said yes
The last frontier — we march
[Outro]
Solara looked at the gate to Level 51
One step toward 289
“For the record—” (Chaos)
“We heard you Chaos”
“The bounty—”
“CHAOS”
“…noted”
Cygnus danced
The march step
We are going
Lara: “Should I write this down?”
Aldric: “I have a map”
“Of which level”
“A relevant one”
“Which level, Aldric”
“…47”
The Mothman emerged from the back
Nobody had seen him arrive
He had peppers
He was coming
The last frontier
Level 289
Here we come