In the moments after the death of Oni-Sama, it is quiet.
One by one, then with increasing speed, the masks dissolve into pale orange light. Firefly-like they drift up and through the ceiling. Where they touch, the building itself starts to flake off, becoming pixels, then data, then nothing at all.
Gordon’s armor dissipates as well, and he stumbles as his body becomes fully his again. Thankfully Mac is there to steady him, looping a solid arm around the hero’s shoulders.
Mac: “Are you alright, my boy?”
Gordon: “Yeah, I think so...just uh...lil’ overwhelmed.”
Sunny: “Thank g-goodness, you s-scared us...”
Gordon: “Sorry, Sunny...”
Tag, Solute, and Benrey burst through the dissolving doorway, looking panicked.
Tag: “What the hell man, are you ok? I mean, you look ok...”
Solute: “Tag said you were dying!”
Pyre: “Well he was, but then he went all avenging angel on her ass, and now he’s fine.”
Pyre: “...you are fine, right?”
Gordon, still reeling, just let out a breathless laugh and nodded.