They have retreated beyond range, Mistress Cenva, she reported. The cymeks are pulling back to their ships. The combat walkers and gliders have returned to the landing area.
 
Zufa hurried through the wreckage to the window overhangs. She saw the charred remains of her five fallen commandos, each woman burned from the inside out with white-hot mental fire. Her heart felt the volcanic heat of anger and loss. She watched the terrible machines with human minds climb aboard their vessels and punch back into the atmosphere.