The world of Folen began to repair itself again. All the colours of the world seeped back, and a cooling stream was washing over the scars of battle on the fields and the broken heart of the sky. The atmosphere felt warmer again, as Jensuno sat comfortably on his blue grass. His remaining arms moved lazily, but perhaps not as smoothly as he wanted, I'm still heavily wounded. His thoughts murmured.
Renkako had done a good job with his head wound, but some lingering magic was still disallowing his arms to grow back and the majority of his strength to return. Waiting for the spirits that went away to come back, and all of those who fought for him to wander to him too, he attempted to be himself to Renkako, 'Well my dear! it appears we are--'
'--No, Jensuno. Not this time.' Renkako said quietly. Getting to her feet, she stared at him for a while, clearly thinking. 'I'm going back to Onea. Mother and Darr and the rest i'm sure will be there. I'm surrendering myself.'
Jensuno's face dropped, 'Renkako?' Was all he could manage. He tried to stand, but that was too much effort, he allowed his arms to reach to her instead, 'About Grim--'
'--What about it Jensuno? You've proved that you are what everyone said you were, and what I had defended and fought against that for you for so long.' She looked away, silver crystal forming from her eyes, 'You've betrayed even me. You ARE a murderer.'
'But Ren, thats how rebellion works, divinities get killed--'
'In fair fights, not being slaughtered when they're running away!' She gave him one last look, the crystals shattering on the blue grass, 'I will take the punishment I deserve. Goodbye, Jensuno.' She ran so fast, as fast as she could before she changed her mind. She stepped through the portal.
It was still raining in Onea as Mother stood there with no emotion or movement. The sound of the portal stirred her, however; and she looked up to see a rather miserable and tired Renkako looking at her party, perhaps even a bit nervously. 'Why are you here?' Mother snapped, her eyes narrowing, her being tensing with anger. 'You murdered my daughter.' She said simply, 'You called that ugly divinity and you slaughtered her.' The divinity of Onea stood there, saying nothing, looking at Mother like a scolded child.
'...Darr, take her away; I cannot abide to look at her anymore.' Roars of thunder began to sound, and the smell of fear rose from the ground.