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Diego’s whole body smoldered with freezing mist as his power of nitrogen transfiguration clashed with the very atmosphere itself.

And at that moment, all gunfire ceased, and Hector was confused, because he looked around and saw the remaining Hun’Kui laying their weapons down.

He didn’t quite know what to think. There were still quite a lot of them left, and they surely could’ve put up quite a fight, considering how heavily armed they were. And yet they were surrendering so soon?

When he observed the scene a second time, however, he thought he understood. It was Diego--the way the man was standing in the middle of the compound like that, in full view of all the Hun’Kui, having just done what he’d done, looking not entirely unlike some kind of unkillable ice god with that frozen rocket clutched in one hand, while also seemingly poised and awaiting another.

Hector and Jada made their way down from the rooftop and rejoined the others. Everyone shared a similar expression of disbelief and suspicion.

In the end, however, the battle concluded without further incident, and the rest of the Hun’Kui gathered and allowed themselves to be taken prisoner.

Hector certainly had no complaints. That fight could’ve easily gotten much messier. Brief as it had been, a few of the reapers had still taken a bit of a beating, even despite having positioned themselves behind the shields for extra protection. Qorvass sported a clearly visible bullet hole right in the center of his bony forehead. It looked rather awkward to Hector, but the reaper didn’t seem terribly inconvenienced by it.

With all hostiles safely subdued, the group decided to spread out and search the compound. Jada and Atalim chose to remain partnered with Hector and Garovel.

“...I am sorry I could not be of more assistance back there,” said Jada.