You did it! Shroud’s spider-mech was downed, all of his Red Ring goons were downed. This was a victory of history for SDN. LA was safe and finally free from Red Rings wrath. Robert got back the Astral Pulse also. Forever will the Mech-man legacy remain, for no one will die in that suit again. Robert can live in peace knowing that now. But it wasn’t the end of Shroud yet. He was still alive.

Robert managed to find Shroud unconscious in the seat of the spider-mech. With that they just left him on the rubble scattered concrete of the now destroyed and ablaze SDN headquarters. You all just needed to wait until the police, firefighters, medics, and backup arrival up help with this mess that intense battle left.

Everyone was celebrating even though beaten and bartered, it just felt right. Prisms started to shoot sparkly purple and white fireworks up in the air from her finger tips. Malevola grabbed some boxes of beer out of a portal. Everyone cracked a bottle, even Waterboy and Phenomaman. Chase was enjoying his time with Blonde Blazer’s- or now, Mandy’s red crystal amulet. He could finally be fast without hurting himself.

Robert hopped out of his Mech and joined Invisagal and Malevola in a chat as Invisagal handed him a beer. Malevola also had Sonar’s head in an arm lock, a playful way she shows affection for him. Hey, Sonar didn’t care as long as he was alive and had a beer. Plus, it wasnt hurting him. Flambae and Punch-Up were chatting and joking about how stressful this whole situation was with Golem, Waterboy, and Phenomaman. It was a little shocking to see Flambae be chill with Waterboy since their personalities and boys were particularly the polar opposites.

You were talking with Mandy, Royd, and Chase. Shroud still laid out behind you. You were happy to be alive. For everyone to be alive and not too injured. For Shroud and those Red Ring idiots to go to prison or even better go to hell. Just as long as they were gone and could do no more harm.

Then you all heard it, the click of a gun being loaded from behind you. A BANG rang out, eventually a hard jolt of pain hit you right in your chest. Blood splattered all over the floor in front of you as your throat filled with it. The impact made you stumble a bit. Everyone looked in your direction. Their faces drained with shock. There was now a hole straight through your chest. Only a few meters away from you was Shroud’s barely standing body pointing a smoking gun in your direction. He shot you. He played dirty just to leave a mark.