Lancet and his heroines stood together in the cratered courtyard, watching the town finally rid itself of the evil redness. Wind came after, washing over them, and in its scent was the promise of the rain.
Deathrock was silent. A place finally allowed to rest.
"This is a good thing we have done here," Astensia spoke first. She looked calmer now, relieved now that the forces of evil had been vanquished. "The just thing. The Second World never held up their end of the truce. They never intended to."
"What do you expect from Demons?" Thor said, then cast a glance at Spectra. Her expression softened a bit. "We fought well. All of us," she remarked with dignity. "Let us not let recent discoveries taint what we did here. The people of this town can now return to their normal lives."
