Chapter 394. The Beginning of the End

LYRIC

The aftermath of war was something to behold. The atmosphere was thick with melancholy. A pensive sadness gripped each and every one of us.

Were we happy that the fighting had stopped? Of course. But no one would cheer or rejoice. There would be no celebration.

Because we didn't win.

We were lucky. Those of us that survived. We had lost many. On all fronts.

Including the Changelings and rogues who ended up joining forces against this other realm god with us. Under the command of the rogue, they called Oliver.

Mike begins to take control of New Moon's army. Shouting out commands. Note retreats to the back of my mind, not far, but far enough to rest. The aches in my bones set in, and the sting of wounds where they had already begun to heal, linger.

The dark-skinned werecat comes to stand next to me, She points the short sword in her hand across the jungle plane to where King Mathias stands with a woman whose skin is as dark as