Nate the Great lies on the ground, beaten.
Nate the Great: Astounding mortals! All these 1800 years. Why dance against me? Continue this way of living, and you'll crush yourselves?
Hero: Don't worry about us.
Nate the Great: Hmph...
Nate the Great's heads darken, and the floor begins to shake. Slowly, Nate the Great floats off the floor... and blackness envelopes everything...
Hero: W-Where are we?
Nate the Great: Mt. Rushmore...
Hero: Ah! You mean?
Nate the Great: Not that. I return to my breathe. For now, the dimensions bend. For ten, a hundred years, you have a chance. I speak it.
Hero: Where are you?!... Zounds! W, what's this?
Suddenly, light encircles the hero, and he finds himself outside, under the evening sky. Nate the Great had been sealed away again. The world breathes a sigh of relief... however, for how long will Nate the Great remain sealed? Nobody knows...