Gambit of The Nemesis

The Nemesis approaches. The crowd, thinking themselves finally prepared to beat him, attack with everything they have. Right when victory was predicted, The Nemesis stands, seemingly entirely uneffected. The crowd yells and snarls and screams- to each their own- but with a *SNAP* all are silenced. 

The Nemesis speaks. "You are finally ready, at least as ready as I know how to make you. Know the truth."

A vision overtakes the mind's eye of all, an unspeakable vision of terror. With a *SNAP* it is over. 

The Nemesis speaks. "This is what we face. Reality crumbles all around, as it has from the start. Only in concert can we prevent it, and only this juncture can bring us all, fully prepared, to the needed accord. Love is both adversary and aim, as it has always been and forever will be, but such a singular origin means that Love remains veiled until all can be accomplished. My hope is that now all can be accomplished. I present you each a choice: take this coin from me, which represents my power and path, in its entirety, or acknowledge that it is forever mine, and watch what we can do, unfettered, together. Please, know this: there is a fate so terrible that even a warning of it, comprehended, is sufficient to deter all external observers from ever pursuing it. If you do not see that fate reflected in my eyes, I am so, so, sorry. The coin is yours, if you want it; the coin is mine, if we are agreed."

The Nemesis *SNAP*s once more, and his once dreadful aura coalesces into a coin, held extended in his palm. The crowd watches in amazement, as The Nemesis turns to stone before their very eyes, the coin still resting, now on a petrified palm, perfectly balanced.