Jacob stood directly in front of the World Tree in all its might, the breeze after the battle was just as smooth as it was before the battle began. The stench of demon breath and rotting skin had filled the air and made it thicker.
The multi-colored leaves rustled in the wind as Jacob studied the bark of the tree, the closer he looked, the more the linings on the bark looked like runic patterns.
He almost got lost in them until Yggros' voice pulled him out of his somewhat trance-like state.
"You have done extremely well, Jacob Ironfell. The world owes you a great debt." She said in her ethereal voice, he could not quite tell but he was sure that wherever she was, she was smiling.
"Oh no, I don't want the world to owe me anything. In truth, I was just thinking about my family…" Jacob turned back and caught sight of Alaric and Esty talking to each other and laughing, Xenia and Light were also talking to each other and laughing.
