Ending: minorgrailvictory

Title: The feast of the true birth

Description: For a little while I dwell in the high rooms of the Mansus, and then I return through the Tricuspid Gate, and I tear free of the sticky rags of my old flesh. My new body is smooth without and red within like a sweet fruit. My limbs are strong as cables. My senses are knives. I will not grow old. I will walk the world in the service of the Grail, feasting, growing. Perhaps I will rebel. Perhaps, one day, I will rise even higher. [Congratulations on a standard Sensation victory. You have wrestled the game to its knees. There are other paths.]

Ending Flavour: Grand

Animation: DramaticLightCool