Prōphët Vol. 3 "The End"

A run down bunker with everything messed around and either destroyed or thrown around. A desk, along with every other desk in the bunker, that had been collecting dust for many years, lights up as a holographic image of a being appears. "This is Log 439, I'm Commander Prōphët, or as most come to known me as Prōphët of Protection. Today," he took a long pause before continuing with the same word, "Today will be the last time We're in this bunker. Me and my team, will be heading out; heading out to what we all have called "The Final Destination", and this. This will be my last log, my last message to anyone who stumbles upon this world and specifically this Log. So heed my warning:," He shifted in his seat, before continuing, "Don't do what I did. For what's happening around here is my cause, no one else's. I bear the burden of doing all of this, trying to 'free' my people and the whole universe from what would become corruptive people. Only to end up losing and becoming one of them." He looked to the side, seeing Raye and Lapiz fighting each other, while Jade tried separated two men in a quarrel for a bet they made.

Prōphët smiled as though he were happy, but inside, he truly knew this was never gonna be the same. "I just hope, that my team are spared by mercy, and I take their punishments for what I've done. Since I won't let anything harm them. A man once said, 'Death will do us all part.' I think he was right in his own terms, for they very much apply here." He looked back to the camera, showing what seemed to be a sad yet happy emotion, "Please, if your watching this and know anyone of my squad. Please spare them, they don't deserve punishment. Their too nice and good for it. I deserve what they get and I will carry that burden forever, no matter how much it hurts."

Everything seemed to become slowly transparent, before the transparency grew stronger over time. After so long, the desk had been replaced, and a new different dusty desk. He... was gone.