The years passed, things softened, and the gods found a kind of peace. Ten years had passed since the capture of the Hunters' fortress. Day and Nyx's children had grown up well since then, and from a young boy, they had now grown into a young man. Their beauty was evident, and so was their resemblance to their parents. Gold had taken everything from Day, while Nyx was the spitting image of his father, except for one eye. But this difference, the two twins had succeeded in accepting and even loving it thanks to the Grand Master Louis. The vampire had been of some moral support to them. The fact that he had been a victim of the actions of these Hunters had reassured them. They weren't alone. For his part, Day had learned, without really having a choice, to use his other senses to make up for the loss of his sight. Things had been tough both morally and physically because of his legs, but he had managed to get over it. Physically speaking.