They actually did.
It would be highly daft thinking they won, not with the innocent lives lost.
The obscuron had achieved his aim.
Lyra found Tatehan standing near the center of the plaza, his armor still active, the silver plating now streaked with dried blood and dust.
She'd parked the battle vehicle a block away and made her way through the debris on foot, stepping carefully over rubble and bodies. Her own armor was splattered with less gore since she had fought with the battle vehicle and not outside, her movements tired but…. normal.
When she reached him, she stopped a few meters away.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Lyra's first instinct was to hug him. To wrap her arms around him and feel the reassurance that she was still sane, seeing this so much disaster was sickening.
But she didn't, because everyone was watching.
