A silence settled over the black glass plain after Nyx had ceased speaking. The implications of her words held a different weight over each of them.
It was Dera who steadied herself first. The Human Authority had, in truth, already belonged to her for years. Only now the difference was in the absence of every single peer she had once compared herself to. She glanced over the others - Mob with his flickering golden wings, Ken half-transformed and panting, Remu's hands tinged with the afterglow of witch-script, Francisca's seven tails knotted in tension, Temmy's spiritual pressure drawn in on himself, Daniel still finishing off the blood at his mouth, Ruka at his side with wary eyes - and the two other figures who had arrived alongside the forced teleportation.
