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The Undead were vanquished. The White Ghosts, bearing all their losses, slowly made their way back to the camps. Within the ruined monastery, the bone cage and the ghostly flames that had burned everyone had vanished. Everyone stood covered in moss and mushrooms that healed them gradually over time.
"Elayne…" Mark muttered. "You… you did it… Haaa… Once more, I was unable to do anything…" He stared at his skeletal hand as his Soul Flame slowly gathered, his eyes glowing bright red. "Not anymore… I have to grow stronger—stronger than anybody…"
"Haaa… I really thought I was going to croak right there!" Granny Yaga sighed. "Oh well… Elayne somehow won, but I thought she was eaten…"
"It was a plan, I believe," Sailor said. "She's not that good at acting, but that stupid bonehead believed it all and ate her… Well, I think she used her magic to control him from the inside out or something. That's our boss right there, hahaha! Ruthless."
