Liber (Jaela, Moore)

[Anastasia]

"Let's-" Mirajane begins and then she stops with a gasp.

The sound of a bell being rung. It resonates across everything, a beautiful sound that makes the spirit before you crack like glass.

A blur follows.

...then if all must...

...glory everlasting...

...in the sky above...

...forty nine beautiful...

All of you awaken on the ground, stunned. The impure spirit is gone, as if it was never there. Above, the bright blue sky of Benfal shines, sunlight coming down.  There are no signs of the spirit that attacked you nor of the damages you saw wrack the land. Beyond Aurora you see a natural land, full and splendid in life, unblemished.

[Ebiris]

"We won!" Afina cheers, springing back into the air hopefully before anyone can notice her sprawled out on the ground!

[Corwin]

Though it was the perfect time to put all that practice to the test, Jaela can hardly begrudge the restoration of a world. She raises into the air with a beat of her wings, seeking out Liber. Is any of it even left? What of its people?

[Nephrite]

A Bell, huh? That sounds almost famili--...



Moore blinks as he pulls himself up from the ground as he looks around.

"Huh... it looks like we defied fate, then." Moore says quietly as he moves to fly back up into the air.

Defied fate... ...is that what happened before?

[Anastasia]

As all of you rise, a voice that speaks words you do not know is understood to you. It is a voice impossibly beautiful, capturing your attentions as you begin to rise.

"It is over. Rise."

As Jaela flies up, she sees Liber, whole and intact, restored. The dead rise, restored to life. There is no sign of the devils at all. The air becomes increasingly pleasing, your wounds beginning to mend on their own. A sense of rightness fills you, a sense of being home, of being allured. A sensation all of you have experienced before: The pull of Elysium.

[Corwin]

Jaela can't help but wince. Even after all this time, her bias against Elysium remains. "We'll begin to send out the refugees at once," she speaks out, confident that a deity talking to them can hear the answer as well.

[Anastasia]

'Generals,' Tepen sends to you, 'I just got word from Donald, one of Seira's personal advisors. He will arrive shortly to explain what happened in the battle against Semyaza.'

[Corwin]

'We'll be there shortly,' Jaela respond. 'Organize the safe transportation of sheltering refugees. There's no more need for them to shelter.'

[Anastasia]

Sylvie's quiet throughout this, "Am I needed for anything else?" she asks.

[Nephrite]

Elysium?

Huh. Well, he's still got things to do, so the pull of eternal happiness will just have to wait a while.

"Great job, everyone." Moore says with a clap of his hands. "I'm sure Hell has a pretty big black eye from our actions today."

[Ebiris]

"No, get some rest," Afina tells Sylvie. "You've earned it. We're winding down now," she says, heading back for Aurora herself for the upcoming debrief.

[Anastasia]

Sylvie departs without another word.

You three heading onto Tepen then?

[Ebiris]

I'll hang out in the courtyard till Donald shows up.

[Corwin]

Since no response is forthcoming, Jaela takes a long look at their current surroundings. Has the actual Prime stopped being one and ascended?

She brings up the rear as they all head back into the Aurora, regardless.

Taking ten on K:P for 67 or 10 with K:R for 67.

[Anastasia]

You believe so. You recall ancient stories of heroes and even kingdoms being called to Thalasia, perhaps that is true after all.