Wu Heng's words were like an icy awl piercing the brothers' hearts, instantly waking them and forcing them to consider this issue ahead of time.
"Don't cling to wishful thinking. As a demon, Lucifer understands best how to exploit the human heart. Sam should have already experienced that in his earlier dreams."
"Even if Lucifer uses the lives of those close to you to threaten you, even if he tortures and kills innocents before your eyes to force you into submission." Wu Heng's voice was cruel and clear.
"But you need to understand: once Sam compromises, once Lucifer obtains a perfect vessel, far more than just the few lives before your eyes will die."
"The consequence will be the destruction of the entire world's order and the deaths of billions of living beings."
Seeing the brothers' faces instantly turn dreadful, he knew they understood.
"Learn to weigh what matters more." Wu Heng spoke one final time, his tone stern and filled with warning and reminder. "It hurts. It goes against your instincts as 'good people.'"
"But this is the problem before you. It is a cruel choice you must make."
After saying that, he did not wait for either of them to respond. Stepping backward, his figure melted into the room's shadows as though he had never been there.
The Ghost Ship vanished from where it stood.
Outside the window came the faint, unreal sound of waves rolling in from some distant sea—the Ghost Ship's horn as it set sail.
Only Dean and Sam remained in the motel room.
Neither spoke. Their heavy breathing was especially clear in the silence.
Wu Heng's words were like a red-hot branding iron, searing indelible worries into their hearts: uncertainty over the road ahead, the pain of choice, and the torment of their own