[ WP ] The Prophecy has a typo . What happens as a result ?

Rain and Jason ran down the narrow, dark tunnel. All around them, engravings and graffiti on the abandoned subway's walls displayed humanity's art; depictions of love, hope, philosophy and crude genital outlines were momentarily lit as the pair rushed past them, deeper into the darkness. With every breath, every step and stumble, they listened for sounds of pursuit. 
 
 `` Here!'' exclaimed Jason, breathing heavily. He aimed the flashlight at a large, forked crack running from the vaulted ceiling toward the ground. Inside the fork a hand outline in purple spray paint could be seen, made in the same fashion as could be seen in ancient caves around the world. In the palm of the hand was a stenciled triforce symbol in the same color. Stepping off the rails, they approached the strange picture, making their way over and around the litter and debris that evidenced the tunnel's prior use as a shelter from the attacks. 
 
 Rain moved to a hole formed by a piece of concrete that had broken out on the right side of the forked crack and reached inside, grasping a short section of exposed rebar in the gap and pulling with all her weight. Slowly, the slab moved out as if it were a drawer, moving on a salvaged set of rails on the other side. Jason's flashlight showed a tattoo of clouds and raindrops on her arm, muscles tensed and defined, as she strained against the weight of the door. As soon as the gap was large enough, Rain slipped inside, then took the pack from Jason as he passed it in and followed her. 
 
 Jason moved the flashlight over the room they were now in. Immediately behind the door was the rail system that allowed the slab to move in and out; beyond that was a mural against the back wall, depicting events in an extremely colorful and vivid palette. The room was otherwise almost completely empty. Rain set down the pack and grasped a handle on the inside of the door they had just come through, pulling until the slab was back to it's former position. 
 
 `` OK, let's get started,'' Jason said as he began going through the pack, taking out a digital camera and an additional flashlight. Rain turned her attention to what they were here for: the mural. Spread over the length and height of the long wall, the incredibly detailed artwork showed many shapes and figures, most of them in conflict with each other. Rain saw a linear time progression from left to right: the rise of powerful corporations, the acquisition of each, one by one, by the largest corporation, AllCorp, which swelled in size and importance until it was more powerful than any government. How that corporation invested trillions in exploring every avenue of science to exhaustion. The rise of the Altered, and the havoc unleashed when some of the Altered rebelled against their creators, using the unnatural gifts and powers given them to escape and aid those oppressed by AllCorp's iron grip on the world. The devastation as AllCorp's army bombarded the city because of the rebel Altered headquartered there. Now it depicted the room they were in with a bearded man surrounded by white cubes, painting the mural and then sealing the door. 
 
 Then it showed more. 
 
 `` All set,'' said Jason, swiveling the camera on a tripod. `` Let's get a panorama of this thing and get somewhere safe to analyze it.'' Rain nodded slowly and turned away from the newest end of the mural without studying it. She'd have time later, and did n't want to be distracted from focusing on survival and getting out of danger once they left. She moved out of the camera's field of view, over to the darkest corner, and shone the extra flashlight on the mural to give the camera the light it needed. As she shifted in position, her foot tapped a sealed plastic canister. Stooping to retrieve it, she flipped her hair out of the way of her eyes, revealing that one-third of her throat, face and scalp were bald and scarred on the left side; the same side as her arm tattoo. Holding the flashlight up to the small, transparent container she found it to be full of sugar cubes. Wrinkling her brow, she tossed the container back into the corner. Maybe the old man had simply been a deluded crazy person instead of the powerful Altered that he claimed. Still, he had put on a pretty good show of foresight before they parted ways. Rain refocused the flashlight on the mural; their plan would n't change now: get a copy of the mural and get to safety. That's all that mattered right now. 
 
 Jason panned the camera over the mural several times, directing Rain where to aim her flashlight for best exposure. Eventually satisfied with the result, he began packing the things back into the pack. They had been down here for half an hour; the next patrol would be along in the same amount of time. Rain handed Jason the extra flashlight and stepped away, moving to the very end of the mural, where a small figure was depicted with some text underneath. Jason's flashlight was focused on the pack, which made it difficult for her to see what it said. `` Good to go,'' said Jason, closing the last zipper and shining the flashlight toward Rain. `` Let's get moving.'' 
 
 Rain froze in place. Now fully illuminated, the figure and text were clear to see. A female, with hair missing on the left side of her head and a tattoo on her left arm, was in an action pose, facing off against a menacing AllCorp T.U.R.F. battlebot. Underneath, in neat, clear capital letters the artist had written: `` SHE WILL DETOY THEM ALL.'' 
 
 First part of my first ever prompt response! This is my first draft, forgive my errors, but also give me the feedback!
