You land heavily a dozen feet away. While you are desperately trying to suck air back into your lungs, a twisted beast of fur and fangs pounces on top of you. Without a weapon, you resort to slamming the beast in the face with your bare fists. Teeth fly, but the thing is undeterred. As it unhinges its jaw to engulf your head, a weapon pierces the creature's skull, the blade jutting from its mouth. The corpse slides off your chest and your companion's hand replaces it. Gripping tight, you are helped to your feet. How many times have you saved each other on this journey? Using one of your last precious moments, you meet their gaze and nod to them in thanks one last time.

Looking up, you see the pillars begin to fall as the ceiling bulges. Snaking vines and roots begin to snap, and the world rumbles as the sky falls. Kharnus rages against his bonds as a deafening scream bursts from the amber stone in his chest. Samil has lost, his plan thwarted. He will be sealed in here along with you. The Deepwood will live on and the plague will take its toll. The world will call you failures, but if they had only seen what you saw in Samil's mind, they would think otherwise.

As tons of rock and earth crash down, you think back to the Avi prophecy. They warned a choice would lead to either darkness or death. You know now - you chose darkness. Before you draw your last breath, you find peace in knowing you made the right choice.