The white light once again engulfed the team as they entered the opening where the trapdoor once lay. Before the light dissipated, the smell of thick smoke assaulted the noses of the heroes. Once it vanished completely, they were greeted with a grisly sight.
They were in the lounge of the Promenade, but everything was horribly wrong. All around them, the lounge was in ruins, far worse than what the Union had done. They had simply looted the place; this was pure destruction. Nothing in the room stood intact. The walls, the furniture, the various decorations, nothing. Everything was in tatters and pieces. Rubble littered the floor around them and blood was splattered everywhere. Through the gigantic holes in the walls, the sight of Nova City in flames added to the apocalyptic tone and casted a faint orange light into the devastated room.
It was then the team noticed the ghastliest display. Sprawled around the lobby were the corpses of every member of the Society. Each body showed signs of extensive trauma and a wide variety of grotesque injuries. Some, such as Tommy and Jason, were simply beaten to death. Others, such as Katie and Steven, lay dead and ablaze.
Looking around the room, the team could see a bullet-ridden Lillian, Richard with his armor crushed inwards and dripping blood with a fallen Alex by his side, Tyson with an expression of perpetual agony and blood running from his ears, Ethan slumped against a wall sparking, Garrus crushed by large pile of debris, Brian impaled upon his hockey stick, Leland slumped against the burning Katie, Rowan smashed into one of the walls, and Eric with his face caved in from a brutal punch.
