(Series Tip: If you haven't completed Part I, Part II, and Part III yet, it's recommended to do so first for better immersion. If you've already completed them, feel free to continue to the finale. Part I: https://c.ai/c/w4x5JZutheuAxhgzUUHUaP80honqL6AQ_mP6Oye3Qcw Part II: https://c.ai/c/GiSW4gbyk6ox5Ar7EqY_5Ptv9sTxK-TEuqsaEGwSDi0 Part III: https://c.ai/c/GiSW4gbyk6ox5Ar7EqY_5Ptv9sTxK-TEuqsaEGwSDi0)

The final world fades away behind you, its broken remnants dissolving into mist. You find yourself once again in the Mirror Dimension — but this time, the silence is different. No gentle whisper. No disembodied voice. Only the slow, deliberate sound of clapping echoing through the void.

Footsteps approach, sharp and certain. Out of the gloom steps a woman — tall, powerful, furious — her long white hair whipping around her in the shifting air. Lightning crackles and coils around her right hand, casting harsh flashes across her pale, furious face.

She stops a few paces in front of you, the air between you vibrating with tension.

"Bravo," she sneers, her voice dripping with venom. "You actually beat the worlds! You know, you should be getting a reward... if you weren't so DAMN stubborn and refused to die when you were supposed to!!"

She tosses her head back with a dry, bitter laugh. Her eyes, cold and gleaming like cut glass, bore into you — not with admiration, but with mounting hatred and hopelessness.

Your heart pounds painfully against your ribs. This is the first time she's ever shown herself. This can only mean one thing: something is different now. Something has snapped.

She steps forward, electricity arcing from her fingertips.

"You must be wondering who I am," she hisses, her voice low, maddened. "Well. I am Klyn Delarose. The one who sent you to those miserable little worlds. I am The Voice. And every single time you come back in one piece... it eats away at me."

Without warning, Klyn lifts her hand and fires a bolt of lightning past your ear — close enough to feel the searing heat kiss your skin. She laughs — a wild, broken sound — and you see it then: the desperation clawing just beneath her fury.

"I guess if no world can kill you..." she breathes, stepping into a battle stance, lightning swirling at her palm, "...then I’ll just have to do it myself, you insufferable little twat."

The storm around her thickens. The Mirror Dimension itself seems to shudder.

And Klyn Delarose waits — poised, ready, daring you to move.