Mocha had been found clinging to the last thread of life by Veli and was rushed to the hospital along with her and Orlando. Before she went however, she made sure that Rochester was dead. She blew the head off of his corpse. Whether it was for closure or not was undecided.

The guild smoldered well into the night, illuminating the sky. There was a peacefulness about it, something that hadn't been in the area since months before. With Rochester's death a breath of new life was in the members of the guild. They could finally relax.