The rift closed behind Owen with a shimmer of displaced air.
He stood on the plains outside Nexus Prime, where the battle had been fought, where the demon army had been broken, where the hunters were already beginning the long work of tending to their wounded and counting their dead. The sun was breaking through the clouds now, the purple-red stain that had covered the sky for weeks finally fading to something that looked like morning.
Yuki was waiting for him.
She stood at the edge of the field where he had left her, Uru in her arms, the child's head resting against her shoulder. her hair was matted with demon blood, her face was streaked with dirt and exhaustion. But she was smiling.
Owen walked to her as he crossed the space between them without hurry.
"The demons?" she asked.
"Sealed, thought I purified their lands, and gave them a chance to become something better, to redeem themselves" He stopped in front of her. "I just hope I'm not making a mistakes"
