The end had come, they had won. The monster they fought for so long was defeated. But at what cost? What was the price the warriors paid for their freedom for torment?
The proof of their victory; their nemesis' body still cooling at the edge of a bloodied field. An army standing amiss the bloodstained bodies of the opposing army, covered in scars. But none as scarred as girl who journeyed from the future to fight this war in the Warring States Era of Japan.
The dark clouds cleared above the clearing, leaving behind a peaceful rainbow and a rising sun basting them in her glory. The pink light shining from the jewel for all to see in the hands of the child of the future. The gem that had caused so much pain, destruction, and death. The gem that had pulled greed from even the kindest of beasts. Never had one felt such a peaceful feeling befall them in the face of such a gem as it did, in her hands.
Her soft voice floated over the ears of the warriors; demons, humans, half-demons; dead, and alive.
"Correct the wrongs caused by this gem. For there is no pure wish and I alone will shoulder the consequence of this one."
The warriors watched in shock and as a few began to protest, their eyes and minds became cloudy with the feirce pink light surrounding the field. When the light faded, the warriors and proof of their fight faded with it, leaving a field clear of death and destruction. Simply a field of life, being blessed by the rising sun.