The shadow of Methuselah was still hovering over the battlefield. Its duration wasn't that long, but as long as there were still enemies on the battlefield, the tree would keep on absorbing their vitality and sending it back into Cole and his allies. So in the end no matter what was said or done….it still ended up a massacre.
Cole watched as Raens fell upon flame nation soldiers and blue goblins. He was sure there was a story to thee two races being here, but ultimately Cole did not give a shit. There was always a story behind every race, or person he had met through out the entirety of this event.
It didn't matter much to him, and he did not think he ought to care, not unless you got in his way just like they had did. But then again Cole was pretty much domineering in the way he had taken total ownership of the treasure that were left. But if you ask him he was being quite civil when he told them to keep what they had already gained.
