The war is over

dumbstruck, caiaphas wandered behind her failed battalion, her eyes crusted with weariness. a sickly rheum had infiltrated her sleepless gaze, and her gaunt frame seemed besieged by crumbling exhaustion. they had failed -- moreover, she had failed them -- the goddesses the nereides worshipped were rhadamanthine in their decree, and not even the survivors were spared of their grief.

kevlyn's death had impacted the siren queen with irrevocable sorrow, so much that she withdrew inwardly with the aspect of a hermit. while her packmates settled about themselves, tending to their wounds and exchanging glances, caiaphas sat limp and let her sores fester.