[That Bufula does the trick, and the pumpkin is down for the count. The fire goes out, the red light fades, the puddles of blood vanish...the Witching Hour is gone. The ghosts disperse into dust on the breeze.

Minato lets Thanatos fade and, sighing, sinks to a seat on the ground. The party is trashed....not that anyone should be in much mood for continuing after that.]

Finally.