Robert-Hale

All at once, the collected peoples ceased any form of movement and merely stood together, realizing that something had happened–they were beginning to lose whatever it was that troubled them the most. The eir’reyas could feel the presence of Chaos slowly slipping away, the dark primordial force becoming more like a dull ache, and then only the memory of an ache. The Inchoroi felt their the ever-wrathful eyes of the Hundred turn away from them, and knew that they had been given a new lease on life–one that they would not squander. The Eldar felt a sudden freedom, realizing that the hold of She Who Thirsts no longer held sway over them. Guts, instinctively, lifted a hand to the back of his neck, feeling around… and found nothing. The Black Swordsman gasped, realizing that the evil his former friend Griffith had given him on the day of the Eclipse was over. He looked over to Puck, who was just as surprised, and tried to ask if he was dreaming, but couldn’t find the words. The