Everything is finished. The war finished. Families lost their own soldiers and Encantum lost almost half of its people. There are people that survived but it seems like their heads have been bumped or what since they can't remember anything regarding the war, and I could feel from here— our journey here in Encantum will come to an end.
The witches and wizards volunteered to take care of the metas and the ones who are injured during the war. All of us are now here in Were Island and each group has their own tents while the metas that have been caught are sent to Wysteria for some counseling, I guess. I'm hoping that from here, we can create a new civilization with no war, to begin with.
Volants didn't really care about what happened.
"Do you think there are still vampires left?" Vaughn
