Marc snapped his eyes open and looked down straight away to see himself holding Harrow by his shirt, as he pressed his staff to his forehead with the other. Confused and lost, he dropped the beaten up Harrow to the ground, tossing the staff aside.

"That wasn't you, was it, Steven?" He muttered in question, looking around at the chaos he apparently caused.

The suit changed into the white formals and Steven answered, "Not a chance, mate."

"Marc?" The familiar voice of (Y/N) calls out waverly, as she gets helped up by Layla off the ground, pushing her weight onto her as she stumbled a little.

"Yeah?" Marc murmured in a lost tone, holding out his arms a little as his fiancé walked into them, showing her worry as she glanced over him.

"What the hell was that?" Layla questioned him in bewilderment, eyeing the heavy breathing male with the (H/C) haired girl tight in his arms.

"I blacked out." Was all his reply, as he grips (Y/N)'s waist and observes the mess he created fighting when he blacked out.

They all hear a loud rumbled, making them look up to see Khonshu in getting dragged away by Ammit, obviously losing.

"Get Harrow," Layla told Marc as she takes (Y/N) out of his arms and to her side, picking up the broken cane, "We know how to stop Ammit."

~

"The power of this room will help us behind Ammit to Harrow's body." Layla tells the other two, as Marc places Harrow's body on a broken platform in the middle of the room.

"Quick, grab our hands so we can start the spell." (Y/N) instructed from in the middle of them, as Layla and Marc each joined their hands with hers. A string or purple energy joined from one end to another, connecting the three in a circle around Harrow's body.

(Y/N)'s (E/C) eyes flickered a white hue, as she began chanting the spell, Layla and Marc joining in as it grows bigger.

Ammit realised what was happening, seeing the purple magic and hearing their chanting. She wraps her braids around Khonshu in a last struggle, "We could've made this our paradise!"

"It's too late, Ammit. You will be destroyed." Khonshu answered, as she growls furious at his response.

The Goddess roars and reached out to the other God, jaws snapping in rage as she was pulled into the storm of purple magic.

Harrow's body writhed about as the swirl of purple transferred into him. When it was all done, his eyes flashed open, "You can never contain me," Ammit growled through Harrow's mouth, "I'll never stop."

The three grunts when the spell stopped, dropping each others hand as (Y/N) catches her breath, looking at Marc worriedly seeing him hunched over.

"Finish it," Khonshu appears on their left side, back in his regular size, "And leave neither of them alive." He commanded.

Marc clenches his jaw, ignoring his fiance's stare on him and climbed up onto the podium. He pulled out a crescent blade, lifting up Harrow by the shirt and pulls his weapon back to strike.

"While he lives, so too does she." Khonshu adds, seeing his avatars hesitation in killing Harrow.

"I have to finish this. If not, I'll never be free." Marc mumbles to himself, going to strike and kill, but his hands wouldn't move.

"Marc." (Y/N)'s voice calls to him, tone soft as she looks to her lover with no judgment, just as he turned to look at her. "You have a choice. You are free. We are free."

"The choice is vengeance." Khonshu argued, pressing his point more, "We cannot take the chance that Ammit finds a way out. She will kill again."

Marc shakes his head at the God, "Now you sound just like her." He drops Harrow's body, "You want them dead..." He throws his weapon away to the ground, "Do it yourself. Now, release us."

Khonshu remains quiet for a moment, and then looks back to Marc, nodding his bone head in resignation, "As you wish."

~

Steven breathes heavily as he looks around the office of Dr. Harrow, "So what, this is what reality looks like?"

"The imagination is very real." Dr. Harrow replied, him kneeling beside the male on the chair, "This chair, desk the light were all first created in the imagination." He guesterd to each object.

"But do you believe that Khonshu and Ammit are real?" Steven questions Dr. Harrow, brows furrowed.

"Do I?" The Doctor tilts his head, and then shakes it, "No."

Steven's face changes into a harsher expression, leaning forward in his seat, "And what if we disagree, Doc?" Marc was now talking.

"Marc-"

"What if we believe something different?" Marc pressed.

"Then our work here continues." Harrow stood up from his position on the ground, turning back to his desk chair.

"For how long?" Steven was back and questioned.

"For as long as a piece of string." He informs the male, walking back to his seat. With each step he took, he left a bloody footprint behind on the white tiles of the floor.

"Hey, you see that, don't you?" Marc muttered lowly to his alter.

"Oh, yeah, I see it. I see it." Steven answered his friend, eyeing the bloody footprints.

Harrow looks down at his shoes, seeing the bloody mess, "Why am I bleeding?"

Steven saw the Doctors lost expression, and it made him smile in triumph, standing up from his chair now, "Yeah, I don't think you know as much as you think you do."

"And while it is tempting to accept your diagnosis, Doc.." Marc now spoke from them, and then Steven was back out front, "We'd rather go save the world. Laters, gators."