The purple wave of destruction mixed with a golden eruption, suffocating it, devouring it until taking all its existence and reaching Rhea.
The sky shone with the tone of sunset for seconds, then returned to its former state.
The concert of explosion ceased, plunging the world in a tense silence, at least, less loud than the drums of apocalypse.
Rhea landed on the surface of the planet, one knee on the ground, immobile, and further away, Dora landed in turn, with a few parts of his body covered with thin ice.
His arm and face were still broken, but he stood up with relief on his face.
His eyes on Rhea, he observed all her move, waiting for a single reaction, but staying immobile was already a confession, and he celebrated it with a smile.
"At last... candies for my eyes."
