Afterwards Prince goes outside, stares in the direction of the Baederwood forest. Those yellower trees in the distance? Just a screen for the *real* 3-D woods behind it. He’ll make sure this facade never appears in his reality again. Derender power ON.
Because he’s seen too much over here, too much to forget. Something perfect and shiny and pure, he thinks. No waist… no waste.
Then just like that the vision ended, deformed, twisted *ugly* wasted or waisted body returned on the floor before him. Arthur’s sentence was over. He’ll never experience gold.