With the death of Shadowlord the Gestalts are all doomed to relapse.

With the death of Devola and Popola the Replicants (who are sterile) are soon to go extinct.

More than milennia of desparate struggle for the survival of mankind began and ended with a single brother's desire to save his sister. The very thing that gave humanity hope was it's undoing. What a gut-wrenching tragedy. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Yonah felt a strange pull. Was this death? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ The Tower collapsed, and then everything went silent. The chaos ceased. Suddenly, she was in someone's arms—in Nier's arms. Her sword was ablaze with a fierce red energy, the Shadowlord's core embedded in its hilt. The Shadowlord's body and consciousness had vanished, leaving only the core behind.

Nier cradled her gently, his touch tender and protective. He whispered her name.

Yonah...

A tear cascaded down his cheek.