Felicity caught up to the rest of the group, Column still over her shoulder, outside the mist's radius. Her eyes slid back to their natural form, the clock disappearing as she processed time normally again. Felicity dropped him, turning to see that the mist itself was dissipating already. In a rotting pile in the center of the radius, the Nuckelavee was dead. with Felicity's swords still sticking out, the corpse was peeling away in a fit of acid. Morloth let out an audible sigh as Celebmoriel looked up from the panicking girl and grinned. "You did it!"

Column looked up, watching as Felicity stood up and started walking forward.

"Hey," The male foot soldier called, "Where are you going?"

"Those weapons are expensive." Felicity muttered.

From the ground, Column scoffed in amusement, "I had no idea you could go that fast."

Felicity turned to Column with a smirk, "Oh, I can do lot's of things."

As she started towards the weapons, Column shouted, "Hey!"

Felicity stopped in her tracks.

As the corrupted landscape already began to slip into regular apocalypse mode, Column spoke. "You changed your plan when you realized it didn't work. I saw you protect both that rookie, and me, when we were in harm's way. Unwilling to take unnecessary risks, you ordered the unneeded to retreat. Rhyolite..."

Felicity teared up as he finally affirmed her.

"You have proven yourself a worthy general. Good work."