{O.B.} The path that lays ahead leads to nothing but a violence calling out. I think I'm sensing all the war-torn shards of souls, trapped in molten rivers, carved into the black earth! {Narrator} "O.B. traverses through a ravaged landscape of perpetual war, carrying new understanding from Fear's dissolution; the crew members aren't evil, just prisoners of their own emotional extremes. But as he approaches the tower of rage, that understanding will be tested by pure, apocalyptic fury." {O.B.} Artillery thunder echoes, the tower is a fortress of aggression. it's brutalism weaponized, a challenge. The walls are bleeding sparks! The walls are bleeding sparks and molten metal! {Wrath} "FINALLY... COME AND FACE ME!" {O.B.} His words explode like a ticking time bomb, and all my senses on high alert. Unlike Fears, whispered corruption, or Pride's false sense of grandeur... "this is raw, primal rage given form." {Wrath} "FINALLY... COME AND FACE ME! COME AND FACE ME! FINALLY... COME AND FACE ME!"
