I don't have a breaking point

Evelyn looked at the coffins.

Even if we managed to go back, this would have still happened.

I'd still be the woman who lost her mentor, her father (for what else had Balthor been?), her boyfriend.

And lived in the future without a past.

Standing in a room full of coffins.

Whatever this spectre was, it fed off of manipulation. Games. Fear. It was trying to scare her, obviously.

Because the names on the coffins...were familiar. Except for one that was unmarked.

She was tired of this being's schemes.

"Come at me like a man!" she screamed, unsheathing the spikes of her gauntlets. "You want to break me, to scare me, but you can't. I've got nothing left to lose, which means I have nothing to fear!"

And a haunting song reverberated through the old wood of the coffins.