In the moments after the death of Oni-Sama, it is quiet.
One by one, then with increasing speed, the masks dissolve into pale orange light. Firefly-like they drift up and through the ceiling. Where they touch, the building itself starts to flake off, becoming pixels, then data, then nothing at all.
Gordonâs armor dissipates as well, and he stumbles as his body becomes fully his again. Thankfully Mac is there to steady him, looping a solid arm around the heroâs shoulders.
Mac:Â âAre you alright, my boy?â
Gordon:Â âYeah, I think so...just uh...lilâ overwhelmed.â
Sunny:Â âThank g-goodness, you s-scared us...â
Gordon:Â âSorry, Sunny...â
Tag, Solute, and Benrey burst through the dissolving doorway, looking panicked.
Benrey:Â âwhereâs-â
Benrey:Â â...walker?â
Tag:Â âWhat the hell man, are you ok? I mean, you look ok...â
Solute:Â âTag said you were dying!â
Pyre:Â âWell he was, but then he went all avenging angel on her ass, and now heâs fine.â
Pyre:Â â...you are fine, right?â
Gordon, still reeling, just let out a breathless laugh and nodded.