Jun Wu Xie gently eased herself onto the ground as she watched the God of Destruction's body disappear. The Selvan armour came off her body and turned back into an ear pin that she could hold in the palm of her hand.
She held the pin in her hand and unconsciously tightened her grip until it pierced her skin but she did not feel any pain.
As she watched the golden light that covered the Holy City slowly fade away, she felt no joy on the inside.
She was victorious but did not feel happy at all.
The God of Destruction was dead and the Three Realms had its salvation.
But...
She had lost her lover, who could never be replaced.
"I won, we've won." She unclenched her fist and looked at the Face of Selvan which retained its beauty even though it was stained by her blood.
Warm tears rolled down her face and fell into her palm, mixing with her blood. She was a picture of pain and sadness.
