The world was silent as John Newman slowly stepped after the heartless emperor. With them was a whole procession of people, all of them close to one of them. Sol and Luna, Romulus' chosen familiars and patron goddesses of his guild, followed their beloved master with worry in their eyes. Occasionally, they would glance back to muster or glare at one of John's women.
Eliza stared at her feet while she lifelessly trotted after them. Her hair, white at the roots but turning blue at chin length, had grown all the way down to her hips during her transformation. Of course, she wasn't the only one with him. Rave, his techno-loving girlfriend, Nathalia, the red headed dragon and goddess, his elementals and artificial spirits, even Nia, the pariah and anti-mage, all of them were there.
With the exception of Lydia, who had been kidnapped by her father on the day of the attack. The current day, as John had to remind himself.