"Hah... hah... hah..." Rick let out a lot of hard breathing, seeing that the battle had finally ended. "Ta-Take that..."
"...you son of tentacles." Overwhelmed by the stress coursing through his body, Rick collapsed toward the ocean.
Rick's body hit the water with a splash that hardly registered in his tired mind.
He just floated there for a minute, arms outstretched, looking up at the sky with a confused look on his face. The storm clouds were breaking up, and he could see blue patches that he hadn't seen since before Cthulhu woke up.
Rick asked himself in a hoarse voice, "Did we... really fucking... win?" He had been screaming during the last attack.
He couldn't quite believe it. The Forbidden Guardian, which had seemed completely unkillable just a few minutes ago, was gone.
It broke down into small pieces of light that spread out across the horizon like stars going back to the sky.
