Epilogue -

Furbaide awoke from his dreamless sleep, he was not in pain but neither was he in great comfort, his body was numb all over, making it harder to lift himself off the blackened ground. With foggy vision he looked around and saw large patches of black barren ground spotting the once pure green field. The ghosts of Ulaid had returned, all of them were crying softly; a home they were familiar with for so long was more desolate than it was before, Furbaide wished to bring comfort to the people he knew from long ago but no one can comfort the dead. Rising from the ground he felt neither strong or weak, his emotions were also feeling odd, it was as though what he felt was dampened, the only thing he could muster was apathy.

A slight moan of discomfort from a familiar female voice drew his attention, Aoife laying on grass untouched by the ichor was awakening. Love he felt for the witch and the spirit of his dead love within her melded together. Feelings for Aoife were only strengthened as he awoke, those were the only emotions he felt that weren't becoming apathetic. Aoife opened her eyes and seemed to be in a daze, slowly she remembered Furbaide and looked out wildly praying for his safety. Searching for the dark olive skinned deity was pointless as she couldn't see him anywhere, just the ghosts, but her eyes caught sight of a monstrosity that approached her, a pale white figure.

Eyes a milky pale with a blood red iris, slimey looking silver hair came to shoulder length, and his body was a familiar pale color that revolted her, the aura she sensed around the man was tainted. Just being near it made her sick, still tired and weak she tried to move away but the pale figure moved directly to her, a wild look in his eyes, the nakedness of the figure made her try harder to get away. Unable to move away fast enough she shivered as she felt the rough skin of his hand rub against her, she tried to pull herself out of the hold but she couldn't, she was weakened.

"I am happy you're alive," said the pale man "if I ever lost you again, I wouldn't survive."

Aoife would've been repulsed by the slithering snake like voice but she knew by the familiar feeling that she got from hearing the man speak that it was Furbaide. Quickly she surmised from what she remembered that Furbaide was deeply scarred by the ichor that covered his body, it must've changed his appearance. Under the repulsion for Furbaide's pale body she felt love, something that wouldn't change just because Furbaide looked differently, Aoife felt like crying but she was too happy that Furbaide was holding her close. Despite the hard rough skin scratching against her Aoife felt at peace in his arms, all that mattered to her was that living god saved her, and even after such a metamorphosis she still loved Furbaide.

Both of them held onto one another, as doubt started to grow in their minds, not sure if their love for one another could stand after so much has happened, scars had yet healed. What was to come would test them further, with Dreq compelled back into slumber they would focus on their previous objective, to destroy Judas Khan and free those he enslaved. Aoife looked into Furbaide's deep red eyes and felt a desire to kiss him, Furbaide felt that also and obliged, it was a short kiss but deep, softness touched a rough surface. Strong arms wrapped around a firm body, holding tightly to one another as they tasted one another, their eyes struggling to stay open so they could see the love in one another's eyes.

When their lips parted Aoife blushed and hid her face in embarrassment, Furbaide tried not to laugh but he couldn't help it, both of them laughed softly as the morning sun rose higher. The ghosts of Ulaid although lost in their state of living death managed to find their way off of the blackened ground to the lusher green side of the field. There the ghosts found what they thought lost that made them feel happy, for a long time they were glad to have found a familiar place to be lost. Furbaide and Aoife rose from the ground, Furbaide half carrying Aoife start to leave the field, climbing the hills they both looked back once last time as they neared the top at what they left behind.

The field was green before they arrived, but they both sensed the ghosts were happier, knowing they were not trapped in a black wasteland. When they were done looking back they looked onward to see what was ahead. Both of their emotions were dampened by the sign of approaching stormclouds, lightning flashed in the distance and move towards them, not seeing any shelter to wait it out they started to move towards the storm. Furbaide and Aoife were certain they'd survive whatever the storm brought but still moved towards the trees they saw far off in the distance.