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Link didn't answer. He didn't need to. He adjusted the straps of his shield and felt the various masks at his hip—the wooden Deku, the heavy Goron, the sleek Zora. They weren't just tools; they were the spirits of the fallen, lending him their strength for one last stand.

Link stood atop the Clock Tower, the wood creaking under his boots. Below, the town was a ghost of its former self. The carpenters had stopped their hammering; the dancers had lost their rhythm. Even the Postman, whose schedule was his religion, had finally abandoned his route, his hat left tumbling down an empty alleyway. TLOZ-MM-USA-(Update11)-DecrTD-CIA-Ziperto.rar

He raised the ocarina to his lips. He wasn't going to turn back time this time. He was going to face the nightmare head-on. As the first note of the Oath to Order pierced the silence, the four giants began to stir at the edges of the world, their footsteps shaking the very foundations of Termina. Link didn't answer

The Skull Kid hovered a few yards away, the vibrant, pulsing colors of Majora’s Mask clashing against the dying light. The mask’s eyes—huge, amber orbs—seemed to blink. They weren't just tools; they were the spirits

The moon roared. Link drew his sword. The carnival was over, but the dawn was finally within reach.

"You've come to play again?" the Skull Kid chirped, his voice a distorted echo of a child's laugh. "But the playground is almost gone."