I turned and looked back, craning my neck for a final glimpse of Liceria as it disappeared behind the rolling hills. The sky had been a muted gray when Korra pounded on my door, dragging me from the warmth of my bed. By the time we left the city, the sun had only just begun to peek over its walls. Now, Liceria was out of sight, but the memory of its resilient people lingered. They were the ones I fought for, the ones who needed liberation.
Just like Elise.
The Last Light Company had nearly doubled in size after absorbing most of the defeated army. The Church's forces had been all but destroyed, their loyalty to the gods unshakeable to the bitter end. But those who surrendered after the curse was broken were spared. Bethiv welcomed those disillusioned by the crown to our side, leaving us with more recruits than we knew what to do with.
