"It has ended."
Noxian blinked and watched the House of Night return to normal.
It was pitch-black earlier—as the Final Night suddenly made her move, swallowing the moon and stars. Something happened to Kai in the waking world, and she was angry. And the House of Night suffered the full brunt of it.
During the pitch-black, the Nightborns suffered immensely.
All of them were tied to the House of Night, to the Final Night.
A devastating disturbance like earlier put an immense strain on them—and at this point, some weaker Nightborns on the first floor must've perished. If they didn't perish from the first roar of the Final Night, then the strain would crush them into nothing.
Fortunately, it didn't last long, so there shouldn't be that many Nightborns erased.
It took a good moment for Noxian to recover.
An unknown amount of time passed.
Then, he shook his head and sat down on the wooden stair again.
