Tryasche seperated from Felicity and limped over to the top of the hill. He looked down at the valley. The ground was scoured and pieces of the Ark littered the area around the river. The main structure had fallen into the river, its main body had collapsed into two parts after making contact with the ground. Tryasche narrowed his eyes, clenching his fists.
"My love, I offer this gift to your peacceful rest. Father and Mother, I have written your revenge with the blood of the wicked. My people, your sacrifice was not in vain. The Dragons will rise again in a new world without this stain marking our new history."
Felicity walked over, hugging Tryasche from the side. "Father, you can barely stand. Come. We have a car waiting for us. It will take us home."
