Malin sighed, the slender tone belonging only to children echoed through the platform. Amidst the fear of Tulin and Hal, as the wights collectively shifted their attention from feeding to the tracks, the platform lit up.
The sacred light turned the platform into a place of complete luminosity, the wights were engulfed in flames with a scream, and the wraiths silently turned into flying ash.
Jumping off the locomotive, Malin looked at Old Jack: "Your home is over there, I'll take you to have a look."
It wasn't to console Old Jack, but because Malin heard gunfire and shrieks from afar.
Old Jack obtained a shotgun from the soldiers. He jumped off the vehicle and caught up with Malin: "Thank you, Lord Malin, I, I… don't know how to thank you. Even in the face of hopelessness, I can tell myself that in the final stretch of my life, I won't die with regrets."
