The land was stained black with blood, any seeable land was filled with pulsing parts, thousands of different energies were in the air and intermixing, creating an intense and beautiful light show of pillars of light spearing the sky changing colours every second from green and blue to pink and gold. This was the final battle that ended it all, everything.
Amongst the fallen was a pilot named Raz, short for a name she forgot long ago. Laying down on the floor breathing her last moments.
Content.
And ready.