137: End of War

"Unbelievable!" 

A collective gasp of disbelief rose from the crowd gathered atop Wall Hestia.

Eyes widened beyond the realm of normalcy, stretched so wide they threatened to eclipse their faces, resembling saucers more than the windows to the soul they were meant to be. Jaws dropped to such depths it seemed they might detach entirely, plummeting to the ground below, leaving their owners agape in silent, incredulous shock.

Eyebrows arched high, climbing towards hairlines in an exaggerated arc of surprise, seemingly striving to merge with the hair or lack thereof atop their heads. Mouths hung open, forming perfect circles, or in some cases, odd shapes as if trying to articulate the shock, but finding words utterly insufficient.