Thankfully, in the end, the Grand Maw realises the strange and new power of independent thought, and the union and strength offered by independent yet cooperative group thinking. It spares the world and devours instead its own children, the Malfeans. Finding new fascination in human existence, it takes from each of them part of their individuality and gives them in exchange part of its immortality.

The Crucible become the new Psychopomps of a now empty underworld, bringing the recently deceased to the lands of the dead and giving them what they expect of their afterlife: punishment for some, ascendance for others. Ultimately, it gives death a human touch. And gives humanity a more intimate relationship with death.

The Comedy is Over.
Orpheus is finally at rest.

"Goodbye. And thank you."
Uriah Bishop