Silas sank to the broken ground.
Above him, the lycat spectre unravelled. Pink and purple streams curled through the settling dust, returning to his side.
Paws touched stone. Fur caught the fading light.
Lunumbro and Lunumbra were whole again.
They bounded towards him, knocking him onto his back and lapping at his face. Silas laughed beneath them, his hands buried in their fur.
They pressed close, proud and eager, as though they had known him all their lives.
Beyond them, the dust of Cosmotaur’s destruction slowed.
Then it began to gather.
