Astrid watches, as Insanire disappears into.. Her heart is still racing, as all the dark lord's constructs fall apart. Can this really be over..?
"Zyi!" Her face creases into a genuine smile for a moment, but his query echoes her own unease. "Maybe..?" Can Insanire truly be gone?
The scene is surreal, as the commandos move through, securing the area. Astrid holsters the holdout blaster she had drawn, and retrieves her Lancer, inspecting the scope for damage.