The blackened bones of the skeleton crack and break in the heat of the divine blue fire. The jaw extends, almost as if in pain. Ashes begin to fall as the cremation progresses.

Halea (thinking): Indeed she will... unless Silas has disturbed her rest. I should check on her progress this evening. Care to join me on my rounds, Amos?

Amos (thinking): As you wish, your divinity.

Caption: ONE HOUR LATER

Light floods the colonnade of the Amphitheatron after the ceremony, where the crowd has begun to disperse. Golden rays illuminate a small procession, heading away from the rest of the mourners.

Daphne: Thank you both so much for being here. I know it must be so difficult.

As she speaks, Daphne's hands grip a beautiful golden urn. On it, a manta flies toward the skies on feathered wings, with a long tail trailing behind.

Daphne: It's funny, isn't it? How I'm the LUCKY one in our little parent club. Phaedra is back home with me... but your own children are still out there.