I stood on the wreck a moment longer, holding a sword made of nothing, watching the last of the grey dust vanish into the whitecaps. There was no roar of victory, no light breaking through the clouds. Just waves slapping against steel and salt spray stinging my face.
The anomaly was corrected.
The war wasn't over. Not quite.
I looked up. High above the atmosphere, what was left of the demon fleet hung in the dark: thousands of ships, millions of soldiers, all frozen in place. They had felt it. Everything tied to the Abyss had felt the moment Tenebria's hunger went out. The silence from up there was enormous.
I let the Intangible Sword come apart and drew the grey back into my core. I didn't need a weapon any more.
I pushed off the wreck. Gravity had become a suggestion, and I declined it. I rose off the sea like a meteor running backwards and broke through the cloud deck in seconds.
