Reinhard approached Anasha with slow steps, Zenuken dragging faintly at his side. The cage of black spears had begun to fade away, with the Werefang users no longer alive to power it.
But a few of them were still, leading Reinhard with one swing to cleave through the remaining black spikes.
The black spikes shattered like glass and vanished into mist. Reinhard knelt down and then, with his free hand, gently brushed through Anasha's tangled hair.
"Enough now Anasha." Reinhard whispered softly. "No more crying. The people of Mensis gave themselves up so they would never hurt you and because they saw you as more important than themselves. You understand that, don't you? Their wish was clear, they wanted you to live, and the only way you can do that is by moving forward."
Anasha looked up at him with her blue eyes widening in surprise, while her trembling lips parted, but no words came out.
