As you regroup and Lord Wero comes into sight, Rahja's music drowns out all of the half-heard whispers. Arrows fly in large numbers up into the sky, piercing the cracks and causing them to shatter. What rests behind them, though, isn't a simple scar. No, it would seem that behind those cracks simply rests more of the same size. If it weren't for the traces of black powder falling from the sky, there would be no sign of your attack at all. Something is horribly wrong here, something you can feel at the edge of your senses even as the burst of courage begins to subside.
Looking up at the crack in the sky, a glimmer of realization fills Celestica's eyes a moment before she is shattered to pieces, just as her arrows had "shattered" the fissures in the sky.
Perhaps it would be too early to say that your attacks have had no effect. The ground and buildings around you seem to ripple in place and darken as if the world itself were being warped. All around you are abandoned buildings, including the Governor's mansion behind you.
Are you dead? If you are, you most certainly don't feel dead. The field around you carries a hazy, dreamlike quality but you feel perfectly fine and you can't even remember a bit of pain. Looking up from where you lie in the grass, you catch sight of two familiar moons in the night-time sky, moons you haven't seen in years.