To stop the upload, Fury had to navigate a labyrinth of shifting metal and corrupted data, fighting off shadows of her own brothers, War and Death.
Fury lashed out, shattering the illusion. "Perseverance isn't about holding onto the past," she hissed, her eyes glowing with the Force Hollow. "It’s about surviving the present."
Fury stood atop the skeletal remains of a skyscraper, her whip, Scorn, crackling with Hollow energy. The air on Earth was thick with the scent of sulfur and rot. She wasn’t here for the petty squabbles between Heaven and Hell; she was here because the Charred Council had commanded it. But as she looked down at the flickering campfires of the few remaining humans, something shifted in her—the "perseverance" the Council mocked was starting to look like strength.
With a final strike, she initiated a manual purge. The download was halted, the data scattered to the winds. Fury walked back into the ruins of Earth, not as a servant of the Council, but as a protector of a world that refused to die. Darksiders III