The sky split open.
From the ruins of the old world, light poured down like a divine reckoning—raw, untamed, beautiful. Across the reconstructed skyline, digital fragments fell like stardust, dissolving into reality itself.
Clyde stood atop the crumbling tower of the original Architect's fortress, wind roaring past him. Behind him were Nova, Rhea, and the few survivors who'd fought to reclaim their freedom. Their eyes reflected the brilliance of the rebirth happening all around them.
But the ground trembled.
A deep rumble echoed through the earth as a monstrous figure tore its way out of the collapsing data-chasm below.
The Corrupted Architect.
Twisted by rage, by remnants of rejected timelines and failed resets, it was a grotesque fusion of every failed version of itself—massive, glitching, and desperate to take control one last time.
"You should have erased me, Clyde!" it bellowed, voice cracking like glass across dimensions.
Clyde stepped forward, fists clenched, determination burning in his eyes. "Nah. I wanted you to see the future you couldn't control."
The sky darkened.
Nova loaded her weapon. "We ending this together."
Rhea summoned a shield of light, pulsing with rewritten code. "No gods. No puppeteers."
They charged.
The final battle wasn't a clash of strength—it was will against fate. Every blow Clyde delivered was fueled by choice, by freedom, by pain and memory. The Corrupted Architect fought back with everything: deleted programs, echoes of past selves, glitch-creatures screaming in pain.
But one by one, Clyde and his team cut them down.
Until—
Clyde launched into the air, light bursting from his fists, diving straight through the Architect's core.
BOOM.
A shockwave ripped through the sky, shattering the last remnants of the false world.
And when the dust cleared—
The sun rose.
For the first time, truly real.
Clyde stood, bloodied but smiling, surrounded by those who survived. He looked out over the horizon of a world not programmed, but earned.
"This… is our legacy now."