Rai and Natylee stood amongst the ashes of Old Tokyo, two burning phantoms in a world of dead black. Rai dropped her flaming hammer to the ground, landing with a heavy metal thud. A layer of fine, black ash jumped into the air. A sliver a warm, orange light peeks out from behind a tower, stretching out like a needle, shining against the hammer. Rai looks up from the ground and up to the sky. Although the Guardians' wildfire had burnt out by now, the heavens were now aflame with a beautiful yellow and orange radiance. "Sunrise..." The flames emanating from Rai's body snuffed out, and she turned to Natylee. "Time to get moving."