Kieran's whole face lights up. "We won?"

Alistair covers his mouth, too stunned to say anything. A great chasm's opening inside of him, the same yawning disbelief that overtook him when he saw the corpse of the archdemon ten years ago -- and Warden Cousland, battered but alive, standing next to it.

We won.

We're all right.

It's really over.