Epilogue
There was a funeral for the dead of Ceris.
Wagons carried bodies out of the city in droves. Some were soldiers. Some were Orks. Still others were innocents who had been caught up in this war.
I stood at the sidelines while the priests of the Radiant church blessed the pyres, saying prayers in a language I didn’t recognize.
Draxus and Kato stood to one side near Gills, who had an arm around Vera’s shoulders.
She smiled at him and I saw some of the tension leave my friend's shoulders. Perhaps there would be enough time for a wedding.
Inwardly, I knew better. The signs had been correct. The time of Demons threatened to come again.
In the aftermath, I had pulled Lord Blackthorne aside and asked him the question that had been nagging at me.
“The creature that.. came out of the Governor. Was that”
I had trailed off but Blackthorne had understood my meaning.