There’s light coming from the subway car windows. It’s bright to the point of blinding. You and the werewolves float upward to the train car ceiling, as if there was no gravity anymore. And that’s because there isn’t.

A shining, glittering light floods the subway car. Everything is being erased. It’s tragic that the universe has to end due to your magic, but at least it prevented you from experiencing a painful death. Actually, the omen feels nice. Like a hot shower on a cold day at a three star business hotel.

THE END