A few days had passed since the native's baptism by death.
Kaiden stood with his arms folded, gaze fixed on the grounds below. His women flanked him in a loose semicircle, with Bastet lounging nearby on a sun-warmed slab of stone, Calypso perched on the same stone, shadowing the kitten from the sun and enjoying her consequent hissing, and Aria leaning lightly against Kaiden's shoulder. Luna and Nyx were not bickering for once; both of them were watching the scene with a content smile on their lips.
Alice, well… She was ignoring basically everything and was busy enjoying life in her halo form, also known as a conduit, where she was happily singing some cheery tune.
Below them, on the vast scenery of the dungeon, different people fought.
The formerly chaotic natives, his Dungeon-Born, were no longer flailing or dying in messy heaps.
The clumsy footwork, the badly timed swings, the sloppy habits shaped by a lifetime of surviving instead of fighting…
Were gone.
