The battlefield had fallen silent.
No more screams, no more roars only the wind sighing through the broken roofs of Tashi village.
Ash floated like snow. The moonlight dripped over splintered fences, scorched soil, and the scent of burnt void ichor that refused to fade. The thousand-strong swarm of Voidborn now lay scattered across the plains, their black shells turning to dust under the touch of dawn.
Ceyla wiped her blade clean, breath ragged. Her lightning had burned trails through the darkness, and now her arms trembled from exhaustion. She turned to see Andromeda and Matthew among the villagers helping them, checking the wounded, doing everything a Taishin wasn't trained for, but had to do.
Andromeda was talking too much, as usual.
"And here I thought I'd just come for sightseeing," he said, grinning faintly as he helped a man bandage his arm. "Next time, maybe we'll book a spa instead of a voidborn raid."
