The life—and the mission—had to continue, regardless of losses. The bodies were packed in Irmilla's spatial pouch—one to later bury near his home, another to find Spezzian's real identity.
With Spezzian gone, there was no one else left to meddle with Arca and Irmilla's journey. Not at the moment, at least—Arca was sure that more enemies would come given time, considering the importance of Irmilla's research.
The Black Wings Court opened to Valerian's Invitation, just like Irmilla promised. A moment before, there was nothing but an empty patch of ground—then a gateway opened.
Inside was much less impressive than Arca expected. A hidden space of that size that could support life—unlike storage artifacts—was an incredible thing, true. A work of deities, apparently…
I hate moving. And at the moment, maybe my life.