Arriving back in the human domain, Brandon headed home with Belle first. Along with him was Carl.
Amelia held Aurelia's hand, and they bid farewell, taking a taxi.
For the rest of the officers, they gave Belle some time off to spend with her brother—taking the deceased's body for further inspection, and to follow up a report to the Imperial Army.
Brandon gazed up. The sun was about to rise.
Despite being indifferent about everything, relief washed over him.
He had survived this encounter, saving Belle, and killing Lumian in the process.
"Not bad."
Is all he could say for himself.
But he knew it wasn't the end of it.
Regardless, a win's a win.
Brandon and Belle called for a taxi and got in.
Brandon rested his head on his hand, taking in the view of the city.
He knew what Belle wanted to talk about.
But before Belle could speak, Brandon nudged his chin at the taxi driver.