And before the Herald, on the barren wasteland, was Boreas's head.
It rested against the ground, its expression frozen in eternal surprise, the golden eye still open and staring upward at the purple sky, as if trying to understand the reality of its own demise.
The body was nowhere to be seen, lost in the distance somewhere, but the head remained as undeniable evidence of what had transpired in the moments before the massacre began.
Jack had won.
The realization crystallized in Sapphira's consciousness with absolute finality.
The victory achieved was not a conventional military triumph, subject to debate or analysis within political discourse. Rather, it represented an absolute and irreversible shift in circumstances, rendering the prior situation irrecoverable.
The Herald was bound. The army was being slaughtered by its own infiltrated forces. The lieutenants were absent, called away to help the Herald, but it didn't matter because of Ren.
