They flew in silence, the dead, colossal form of the Ravager mothership a new, dark moon in the morning sky. The war was over. The city was safe. The world, for the first time in a very long time, was quiet.
They landed on the balcony of the spire to the thunderous, joyous cheers of their people. Elisa was the first to greet them, scooping Serian into a bone-crushing hug. Vexia just nodded at Nox, a look of profound, analytical respect in her eyes. Mela, for her part, just looked relieved that she wouldn't have to follow him on any more suicide missions for a while.
The days that followed were a blur of celebration and reconstruction. The city of Portentia, the capital of the Void Imperium, became the de facto capital of the new world. The other pantheons, their own territories ravaged by the Ravager invasion they had been unable to stop, sent emissaries, not with threats, but with offers of tribute, of alliance.
