The last heroines.

As Nike and Promethea breached the final security layer of the Baron's compound, they found themselves in a vast, sterile-looking chamber that served as his grotesque gallery. The sight before them made even the battle-hardened amazon princess pause in horror.

Along the walls were transparent containment tubes, each holding one of their fallen comrades. Crystal, once a formidable heroine with ice powers, now giggled vacantly as she pressed her exaggeratedly curvy body against the tube, her eyes vacant and her lips permanently puckered. Aegis, the stoic protector, was being prepared for her transformation - her armor removed as robotic arms applied pink makeup to her dazed face while other devices pumped chemicals into her system that would soon leave her with the same empty-headed expression as the others.

"They're... they're being turned into playthings," Nike whispered, her divine heart aching at the perversion of love she witnessed. "This isn't conquest, this is... erasure."

Promethea's fists ignited with rage. "The Baron will pay for this indignity. I'll burn this entire facility to the ground!"

As she stepped forward to unleash her fury, the floor beneath them shifted. A circular platform rose beneath Nike, lifting her toward an elevated walkway while simultaneously, a section of floor slid away beneath Promethea, dropping her into a lower level. They were now separated by twenty feet of reinforced glass and steel.

"Nike!" Promethea shouted, her flames flickering as she tried to blast through the barrier.

The Baron's voice echoed through speakers. "I thought it best you witness your friend's fate before experiencing your own. It makes the transformation... more complete."

Nike found herself surrounded by emotional amplifiers that projected waves of manufactured heartbreak and despair. Her mission to spread love became her undoing as the emotional assault overwhelmed her senses, causing her to collapse to her knees, tears streaming down her face. Through tear-blurred vision, she watched helplessly as Promethea was trapped in a chamber with thermal absorption coils glowing ominously.

"NO!" Nike screamed, trying to summon her divine energy to help her friend, but the emotional onslaught was too intense.

Below, Promethea fought against the draining effect as the room became increasingly cold. She managed to summon one last burst of flame that cracked her enclosure, but it was futile - additional dampeners activated, and the amazon princess slumped to the floor, weakened and helpless.

The last thing Nike saw before losing consciousness was the Baron approaching Promethea's chamber with a wicked smile, while robotic arms extended toward her with syringes filled with pink liquid.

"Welcome to your new beginnings, my pretties," The Baron's voice echoed as darkness claimed them both. "You'll make excellent additions to my collection."