Percy was on his knees, exhausted and the fight beaten out of him. Barley unable to move he stumbled forward onto his hands. Blood dripped from his mouth as he had a menacing force tower over him. "This was how it was always going to end, you of all people know that—the traitor who defied Vanguard. You deserve nothing less. He will stand again in the wake of your death. This is how your truth ends Percy Misharp. Die, die like the so-called hero you claim to be."
Two hours earlier…
Drones blipped around the extensive worn down mine system. These were the coordinates for the Cult's hideout. Today was the day that would all end. The final moments were preparing as the stream was setting up, and Team Rhapsody was having their final meeting before it all began.
"So, this is it? The cult, Rodger and P4R4D0X all go down today." Zinnia whispered peering down at the base from the cliffside. "This good isn't it?"
