The throne room smelled of iron and old incense. Torches guttered as if even the flame was afraid to witness what the Empress had in store. Words failed; the soldier’s blade failed; the last ally’s whisper was swallowed by the thunder of the gate closing behind them. When the device activated—Sexecute—light cleaved the air and the world the protagonist had hoped to save folded into an ending with no sequel.
The screen fractures into a command prompt: Atrocious Empress BAD END -Final- -Sexecute-