As Alyssa followed the series of stairs back down to the casting room, she began to take stock of all of her injuries. Her face was pretty bloodied and bruised, as was the rest of her body, and it wasn’t the worst she had ever experienced, but it sure hurt more than she would have wanted it to. She also noticed that the interior of the stronghold was filled with light and felt warmer as well; as if a curse had been lifted and what once been made foul was made pure and whole again.
She reentered the casting room which was full of sunlight that was flooding through the windows, and standing proudly amongst all of the corpses of dead Drund soldiers was Derek in his armor, less shiny and gleaming than before, and alongside him the firebird and the phoenix. A look of relief washed across his face as he saw Alyssa and he couldn’t help himself but smile widely.