Chapter LXXI: Renovatur
The radiant light from the old chapel begins to fade. The battle is over. The once resounding clangs of swords and cries of spiritual warfare are replaced by a calm, holy silence. Amid the sacred glow now gently dimming, Liz lies on the ground, her chest slowly rising and falling. Bennett is by her right, resting peacefully, while Wyn lies to her left, her hand still gripping the hilt of her sword. Adrian is slumped next to Bennett, his head tilted upward as if still watching the fading light.
Liz's vision blurs, her energy nearly depleted. She hears the distant thudding of footsteps rushing up the chapel stairs. Sirens wail from the quadrangle, an ambulance finally arriving. Relief floods her heart, but her body is too weak to respond. As her eyes flutter closed,
