The circle lay on the ground, battered by the explosion, wounds filled their bodies, yet none of them had a look of sorrow.
Sera was joyous for having slain the Dawn Beetle.
Kalien was delighted to have outlived the absurd situation he had gotten himself into.
Rudy, on the other hand, was neither merry nor dejected. He had gained victory, yes. But what did that victory gain him? nothing. It was simply a waste, but he wasn't someone to put down the significance of what they had just done.
Three deviant humans had slain a deviant horror, something most irregulars couldn't even dream of doing.
Feeling the cold wind brush her wounded body, Sera gritted her teeth and pushed herself to her feet.
"We have to move," she said as she looked in the direction from which she and Rudy had come. Her face was grave, marred by dark sand and her own blood, though her eyes were no longer heavy.
