What the hell kinda question even is that?

With unquestioning resolve, you open the door with an eager grin on your face.

In front of you is the same room as before. The witch, Hecate, is doing what she did when you first arrived; that is to say, stirring up her cauldron of shit, while occasionally adding ingredients to it and pouring it over the body of the woman lying motionless on the table (her name's Ashley btw, in case you didn't know). Hecate hears the door open and so turns to face you. When she sees you, her face cracks into a cruel smile.

"Back for more?" she asks tauntingly, "you do remember that I can see all possible paths, do you not? You realize there is no way to beat me?"

"That's where you're wrong, bitch," you announce triumphantly, "you told me I'm all powerful in this universe. You're about to see that first hand."

"And how you plan on showing me, foolish child," she begins, "when you can't even keep in your stomach?"

With a smirk on her face, she snaps her fingers with flourish.