[The ghostly warriors converge on those who aren't lucky enough to get out of their way, their indistinct forms combining almost as though they've become one giant, monstrous and writhing mass of darkness and dark thoughts. Sabo, Yoru and Chu Wenshan are nearly buried beneath the onslaught, thrown to the ground under the storm of regrets, fresh and blinding like the still skull-splitting headache emanating from the enemy -- before the rush is shoved back by Hickey's dual wielding, the creatures either dissipating or veering away.

And between all the efforts at the gate, even those who have been torn away halfway through, and the frankly absurd power of fire pokers -- the gate finally slams closed with a loud bang. The moment it does, every ghostly warrior on the battlefield lets out a ghastly wail and turns to a fine mist. The mist gathers itself like a tornado and is sucked through the seam of the gate, all of its terrible effects draining away like water down a pipe.

Equally suddenly, the storm above them goes eerily, completely silent -- and a split-second later, all of the low clouds and the artificial night they've created are swept away like they've never been. Sunlight glimmers down with the rain that has turned fine, throwing multi-colored sparkles of light everywhere. It's absolutely blinding.

As for their personal nightmarish hedge maze, all of the vegetation has died, but that's probably what happens when you get infected by a murderous miasma gate.

--Sometime while everything around them was changing, the gate itself has vanished too, like it was never there at all.]