The battle was over, and it was unusually quiet.
All alone in the air, The Violet Spectre sheathed her sword as that giant leviathan retreated back to where it came.
As she landed, she looked upon everything… The prison wasn't destroyed, no it was just gone, as if it were never there.
Grass once green was sprayed red with the blood of man, the smell of decaying bodies still tingling her nostrils.
The shipyard had a few battleships missing. Clearly, some of those kids had successfully escaped in the chaos.
A shadow cast upon her face as thick clouds covered the moon.
With a deep breath, she spoke for the first time.
"Should have killed that thing… At least it would have made it somewhat worth my time… Now, how am I gonna explain all of this…"
She rubbed her temples. This was a headache, a massive headache. But there was no time to groan, complain, or surrender. She had to find what was left of her men, regroup, and notify the higher-ups.
