The air still trembled.
The violet glow in the sky had yet to fade, and the lingering heat from Aurellia's explosion still burned the air like drifting embers.
Alicia slowly lowered her staff. The lantern at its tip swayed weakly, its blue flame dim but steady.
"…We're still alive," she murmured, almost to herself.
Stacia stood beside her, the massive grimoire in her left hand still vibrating with leftover energy.
"That doesn't necessarily mean good news," she said curtly. "The gate's not closed yet."
Indeed from the south, the red-black light still pulsed violently, as though the creatures of the underworld were pressing against a veil too thin to hold their madness.
From the sky, two silhouettes descended like meteors
Aurellia and Celes.
BOOM!
The ground quaked as they landed before the undead army, smoke and embers swirling around them.
Celes drew her sword without a word, the black blade trembling faintly as it drank in the surrounding light.
