"There will be no execution today... Mistress."

Egeria. A name you hadn't called yourself in centuries.

No one knew who you were anymore. They just called you #037, as they did with the previous 36 unknown figures who had passed through Fontaine, going from #001 all the way to... well, you. #037.

You were standing on a rooftop. Focalors's execution... you couldn't let it happen. No, you absolutely had to keep it from happening, you had to stop the prophecy without having to create a power vacuum. And so, you rose up to the sky, and you said:

"People of Fontaine, your hearts no longer must be bound by the iron chains of prophecy. You no longer must fear your death, for you will not perish today."

It happened in an instant. A powerful wind soared past you. The guillotine blade vanished. The rain cleared instantly. The grey clouds split apart, as though sliced in half by a knife, and disappeared. Everything had returned to what it always was.

You exhaled in contentment. Now... you had finally saved Fontaine from the prophecy. You descended down to ground level, and you began making your way down to the plaza. Maybe you could check out the shops there.

But you didn't just find the usual hustle and bustle. No, you found a whole festival waiting for you. And, thankfully, no one was crowding around you. Rather, this festival only celebrated that the prophecy was no more.