And so, the story continues.
An older, wiser Judge stand at the peak of a great mountain. He looks above the New Grounds, and sees all is well. The air is fresh, and the wind only more pure.
But still, he knew something was wrong.
"My Lord!" Shouted a desperate voice! The Judge turned around to see a familiar winged horse.
The horse descended before him, and did dismount his comrade, Sir Killington.
"Sire," said the Judge. "What brings you here? Have the results been finished so soon?"
"No..." spoke a disheartened Sir Killington. "I'm afraid...they have returned..."
In the palm of his comrade's hands lye something crunched. He handed it to the Judge, and so it was opened.
It was a deck card. A Joker card, with a drawing of a snake on it...