The silence that fell over the plaza of Azurefall was heavier than the roar of the battle had been.
The wind, which had howled through the broken gate like a wounded beast, died down to a mournful whisper. The diamond dust, the only remains of the terrifying Demon Commander, glittered in the pale, returning sunlight, settling like snow on the blood-soaked cobblestones.
In the center of that glittering field, Elara Zephyrwind swayed.
The cosmic light in her eyes had vanished, leaving them a dull, exhausted violet. The starlight robes, woven from the fabric of the universe, flickered and dissolved, retreating into the ether, leaving her in her simple, worn leather tunic. The massive silver book, which had hovered with the weight of judgement, snapped shut with a soft thump and fell into her waiting hand.
She looked small. Without the aura of the 'Azure Devil,' she looked fragile.
She took one step toward the broken body of Magister Kellan, her hand reaching out.
