The final hour. Leo returned to the bar, box in hand, and broadcast a live stream: "I own the Glass Box of Death. Come and take it."
Chaos erupted. Thorne arrived with two enforcers. But so did another—Clara, the woman from the drowning vision, revealed as a former Circle member turned hunter. She sought to destroy the box forever.
In the ensuing struggle, the box was knocked from the counter. As it fell, Leo saw the final pane shift: not his death, but choices—branching paths of possible futures, depending on what he did next.
He realized the box didn't show fixed fate—it showed the most likely outcome based on current choices. His vision of murder was a warning, not a sentence.
Leo grabbed a barstool and smashed the glass box just as Thorne lunged for it.
A shockwave of silent energy burst outward. Everyone froze, flashes of their own alternate deaths flickering in their eyes. Thorne saw his immortal ambitions crumble to dust; Clara saw peace.
When the light faded, the glass was inert shards. The curse was broken.