The crimson flames slowly faded. One by one, the spiritual constructs Albedo had created dissolved into nothingness, their temporary forms returning to the mana from which they had been created.
The vast spiritual space surrounding him became quiet once again. Only the Crimson Moon remained. It floated behind Albedo's soul like an enormous celestial crescent, its surface glowing with deep crimson light as it rotated slowly through the darkness.
Albedo stood before it and looked at the crimson crescent one final time, "...I'll keep refining you."
The moon pulsed. A gentle wave of crimson energy passed through the spiritual space.
Then everything disappeared and Albedo's consciousness returned to his body.
His eyes opened. Golden irises stared into the dim room.
