The road around Simon had become strangely quiet.
Heat still rose from the trench Darius had set alight. Broken stone lay scattered across the abandoned positions, and the ashes of Solace rested near the long furrow Simon's boot had carved into the ground.
Yet the wind barely disturbed anything. It curved around the restored body standing before him, leaving the red hair and torn clothing motionless. The god's hands remained at his sides, and his eyes were still closed.
Simon watched him without lowering the Chaos Blade.
Elsewhere, the invasion continued.
Cannon beams crossed the mountain basin, striking trenches and barriers. Demons climbed the roads beneath the remaining watchtowers while human formations flashed between their pillars. Higher above, powerful Demon Slayers and Demon Lords exchanged attacks that shook the clouds.
Near Frostveil, the blizzard continued turning around Elara's phoenix. Sonya remained inside the enormous earth shell.
