As you come to your senses, you look up at the starry sky and blood-red moon high up above. You may be able to find a path back up to the surface.

Dr. Marquez points up to a precarious shelf of ascending rock that leads back up to the surface. With a clear path out of the shining chamber, you must consider what to do next.

You stand next to Dr. Marquez at the base of a mound of desiccated bodies. Above, the Abyss flickers in the still, cold air. A hazy humanoid shape reaches toward you as the brilliance flares again, blindingly bright. "It's no good. We need to disrupt it. Feed it something it can't 'digest,'" Dr. Marquez says soberly. She hands you her satchel filled with survey notes and samples. "I want you to have this." You ask why. "Someone needs to tell Dr. Armitage the story of this..." her eyes narrow, staring up at the flickering iridescence. "...this colour out of space."

"Get in the truck!" A resident waves a crowd of dazed locals onto the vehicle. The remaining survivors pile into trucks and weather-beaten bikes and drive down the winding southern road. As you pass the dilapidated harbor, a pillar of pure light shoots up from the village center followed by an oily, viscous cloud. The train of survivors have just taken refuge in the southern lighthouse when a shockwave of hot air tears across the island with a hurricane force.

Fireworks shoot up into the sky as Hemlock Vale is consumed in the blaze. The whizzing lights and loud crackles almost distract from the devastating inferno as it devours the landscape. Poms of red, yellow, and blue fireworks launch into the air to explode in the night sky. You and Dr. Marquez join the few remaining survivors on a trek to the island's southern reach to take refuge in a crumbling lighthouse. As you watch the inferno from a smudged window, a thread of thin, gray light shoots up from the village center, then winks out. A small, phosphorescent light plummets back into the blaze like a fallen star.

With Dr. Marquez in tow, you gather the few survivors that remain and pile into Theo's sky blue truck. The locals shout directions as you drive south down a winding road to the southernmost point of the island. Shaking from the adrenaline, your small band of survivors takes refuge in the crumbling lighthouse. Before you enter, you turn to see a sight you will never forget. A pillar of pure light shoots up from the Vale, drawing the oily viscous cloud in its wake. A shockwave tears across the island, and you fall to your knees, exhausted, as though years of your life were stolen from you in a single moment. You are transfixed by the dazzling light as it launches up through the stratosphere and into space.