By the time the last traces of battle finally died away, the deepest portion of the abyss looked as though something vast had tried to claw its way out from beneath the world. Ice cliffs had been torn open from end to end, entire crystalline shelves were missing, and black cavities scarred the places where Phei, the Dragon Lady and the two World Transcendents had been hurled through ancient walls again and again.
Primordial Blood still lay across the ruined ground in dark-red streams, some frozen inside shattered ice while other portions continued twitching faintly beneath Phei's lingering will.
Void wounds scattered throughout the cavern were slowly sealing one after another, their black-white edges shrinking until the abyss stopped looking as though existence itself had been gnawed apart.
The Dragon Lady had collapsed near one of the few walls still standing, and Phei had ended up beside her with equally little concern for dignity.
