The group's eyes locked onto the spot where the Drowned God had stood, their faces set, their chests heaving with exhaustion, their hearts pounding with relief. The darkness receded, revealing the cavern, the ruins of the Drowned God's lair, the wreckage of their battle.
Alethea's face was set, her eyes burning with a fierce intensity, but her body was swaying, her magic faltering. Elara's arm was around her, holding her up, supporting her.
Lucias's sword was still, his eyes scanning the cavern, his face set, his body tense, ready for any remaining threat. Kyle's Kraken Heart was quiet, its power spent, its surface cracked, its energy dissipated. Yua's eyes were open, her face pale, her body shaking, her mind reeling from the battle.
Lyra's eyes were fixed on the group, her face set, her eyes shining with a fierce gratitude, a silent thanks for saving her life.
