A third burst of light and gust of wind fill the room, slamming you into the ground with the force of a twister. Strangely, the light is overwhelming and you cannot fight against it. It lingers longer than before, causing you to shield your eyes for a significant period of time. As the light finally fades, you lower your arm to find Amon and his bottle have vanished from the room.
"Damn" You think. "Not even a 'Thank you'".
With Amon now out of the picture, you rest easy knowing there are no rivals to match your godly power.
Your new future is yours for the taking. Your fate rests in your own hands.