Nox stood alone in the plaza. The ghosts were gone. The city was quiet.
From the wall, his companions watched him. Serian, Elisa, Vexia, Mela. They saw the boy who had just devoured his own past.
'He is not a monster,' Serian thought. 'He is a wound that has learned to bite.' She felt a deep, aching sadness for him. She also felt a profound sense of pride. 'He did not break. He is still here.'
Vexia's mind was a storm of calculations. 'The psychic energy he just assimilated is immense. He has weaponized his own trauma. This is an unprecedented psychological and thaumaturgical event. I need to document this.'
Elisa just gripped her warhammer. 'He won. That's what matters. That was one hell of a fight.'
Mela shivered. The cold she felt had nothing to do with the morning air. 'He ate them. He ate his own ghosts. What kind of being does that?' She was terrified of him. She was also starting to think he was the only person who could possibly win this insane war.
