The event goers pack up their bags. None of them got killed, which is strange, as some of them swear they did......

The excitement of the raid left everyone in high spirits. Many phone numbers were exchanged and friendships were made.

The church of the Lord falls apart. The bricks open up, turning into winged serpents who rise towards a great angel above. In minutes, no one would know that a church had ever laid on this land.

Larp had never left the site of the village. Even after mother's guards had turned it all into rubble.

She didn't know....if this was the right thing. She knew those people....
Through the crowd, one individual walks through the celebration, trotting over the rubble of the broken village with a somber expression on his face. He knows who he needs to find, and found they are. Cyb lays down at Larp's side, saying nothing at first, watching the dying smoke from the fires that Casserole had started. After a long while of silence, Cyb eventually speaks, his gaze still out towards the rubble.

Larp just listens quietly to Cyb. Taking in everything.

She knew he was right, no matter how much she wanted to hold on.

With that, Cyb takes his leave, leaving the notail to grieve among the rubble.
Larp's wife and legal advisor approaches her, and places a hand on her shoulder.

Larp's wife squeezes her hand.

They both sit in silence for a time that never seems to end until Larp gets up, and moves her face back on.