After the battle that eradicated the Cursed Faction from Morgeth, the Six spent the rest of the day stacking the dead in the underground plaza. The few wounded Cultists who remained alive did not think twice about committing suicide, rather than asking the Sage to heal them. Once the pile of bodies has been stacked, they prepare to set fire to the funeral pyre.
"Firewall!" Jorael cast to light a magical fire to burn the flesh and bones of all deceased Demons.
The purple heptagram of Arcane Magic appeared, shining brightly and reflecting the light in the eyes of the Six, and then suddenly a pillar of fire engulfed the heap of dead. Jorael approached Kimora, who was still holding Zeke's head in her arms, and urged her by saying:
"Kimora... it's time."
Everyone stared at her, as she said with teary black eyes:
"Goodbye, father.
I hope that one day we will meet again…"
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