The perfect domain came to a stop when the spell had been completed. The armies before them had completely been cleansed of the dark magic that ensnared them. They all looked about them and dropped their weapons. There was no more need to fight each other if the artras had fulfilled their mission. The advantage of the perfect domain was that it let all of them witness what had happened while everything and everyone was frozen.
A chorus of cheers rang through the armies... They had won, or so they believed, "So just like that, you think you've finished the war," Travas' voice rang clear through the sky, rumbling even in the ground. It was filled with hate and malice, "You might have achieved something that has never been done, but that doesn't mean the war is won and done. The Armensian law has not been restored and as you can see, the spell takes time to purify the Dark mages. This was is far from over..."
