The magical vortexes had stopped for some time now, the only lights in the sky were the dragon's breath of fire. The wizard must've been inside the tower. The battle was won. Hobenrûd was still holding her shoulders, Marin realized. Was it sweat or tears below his eyes? The soldiers that went up the tower left it now, they were carrying a woman, three peasants, and four unarmed prisoners walked with them. "The wizard wasn't...!" a soldier yelled, while running to Marin's position. "Anita!" Marin yelled, and went to see her friend, "What happened to you?" Bahemet. Bahemet, Bahemet.