When the last of Damian's followers disappeared through the emerald gates, they slammed shut with a heavy boom that echoed across the shattered California estate. The spatial fluctuations quickly settled, leaving only silence behind.
Faceless remained suspended in midair, facing Corbin while Clara and Linda floated quietly beside the towering priest. For several long seconds, none of them moved. The wind drifted lazily through the broken mansion beneath them, carrying fragments of shattered glass and splintered wood across the ruined courtyard.
Only after confirming that every one of his people had escaped safely did Faceless let out a long, exhausted sigh. The terrifying aura surrounding him slowly receded as the overwhelming demonic pressure dissolved into the air. His snow white hair gradually darkened, black swallowing every strand until only faint violet streaks remained.
