Victory

    Upon the behemoth's defeat, all the demons dispersed, no longer having a master to serve. The party looked around their emptied surroundings. The dust settled and the wind winded down. The only sounds that permeated the space was the panting breaths of those left standing.

    "We... We did it?" the rogue voiced, confused and relieved. The party looked to each in disbelief. While they had fought for this very outcome, the journey to it was long and arduous. The hero left the side of the fallen behemoth and walked to his party. With the rising sun behind him and his head hanging low, his face was cast in shadow. They stood in silence, waiting for their friend's response. The moment almost stretched to an uncomfortable length. Though, the hero lifted his head with a comforting, innocent smile shining from his face.

    "Yes... We made it," he simply answered. The three then looked to each other, smiles gleaming on all their faces.

    "Yes!" the rogue shouted, literally jumping for joy. Though upon landing, he promptly collapsed, exhausted from the dragged out battle. The swordsman smirked as he leaned on his sword, equally exhausted.

    "Thank goodness," the mage commented, leaning on her staff. The air around seemed to become lighter and grow brighter with the sunrise.

    The hero then collapsed on the ground and for a split second the party worried for his health. Though upon looking at his face, their worries were cleared. For a smile adorned his face and restful breathing cascaded from him. The rest of the party shared laughter and gazed upon the rising sun.