Silence fell over the subterranean quarry, broken only by the faint hum of the fading cosmic portal.Ten minutes later, the heavy tactical doors opened, and Commander Phyna led her remaining task force officers into the cave.They stood frozen near the entrance, their weapons held low, their jaws slack as they looked at the defeated Crimson Gang pinned under gravity fields, the empty spot where King had stood, and the glowing celestial figures standing beside Clara.Phyna walked forward slowly, her heavy boots clicking against the concrete. She looked at Adrian, feeling the overwhelming, god-like presence radiating from his golden armor, then turned her head to look at Clara, who was holding Nancy tightly by the hand.Phyna stopped three feet in front of Clara.The cold, unyielding, military mask that Phyna had worn for thirty long years cracked completely. She unbuckled her tactical helmet, setting it down on a wooden crate, her face pale, her eyes filled with a deep, genuine remorse