High above the western continent, Erik and his son, Eldrin, hovered in the vast, silent expanse of the sky, looking down upon the capital city. A full month of brutal effort had finally culminated in this moment, every cursed being that once terrorized the streets now lay unconscious below, their bodies sprawled across the cobblestones. It was a victory, though a hollow one, they had been unable to save everyone. Some had been corrupted too deeply, transformed beyond the reach of any redemption.
Eldrin had changed significantly over the course of the month-long excursion. While his arrogance remained, the constant mask of annoyance that once defined his expression had vanished. In its place was a sharp, unrelenting vigilance, a look of someone constantly on guard.
