The Motes communicate in desperation. Mote 67: Our forces are losing ground. Many of the worlds have already fallen. Mote 68: The last Blade Stranger has been erased. Mote 67: Any signs of restoration? Mote 68: Crushed, down to the smallest units. What's worse, it appears they've also been deleted from the backup server. Mote 67: So they have been entirely erased, then. Mote 68: Correct. They can't even be restored from the backup version. Mote 67: A new Blade Stranger must be selected. Mote 68: There are several potential candidates from worlds that have not been selected before. Mote 59: Yes, but we don't have enough time to go to each world and recruit them. Mote 67: The situation is dire. There is no other option. Mote 68: What about... the transmitter? We could use it to bring them all together! We can apply an artificial memory patch. They will think they've entered some kind of world fighting championship. You wake up in a beautiful landscape, with Princess Solange Blanchefleur de Lux in front of you, just as disoriented.