The lab was a wreck following the attack, with thick smoke and dust billowing from the fire and explosion. Rhett winced as his wounded chest bled—bright red like blooming roses. He holds your hand tightly, speaking earnestly.

"I want you to make the final prophecy. Your every prophecy will become true. Make a prophecy that you will escape this place and live a long, happy life. Go now, and never look back.”