The moment Valeria's calm voice drifted upward and told them to continue, nobody moved.
For a few long seconds, the Sage and the others simply stared at her from where they were scattered across the higher layers of the treasury, their bodies hanging from vines, standing on floating fragments, or hovering in the air with the last bit of strength they had managed to squeeze out of themselves.
Everything Valeria fight they are always left in awe and shock, it doesn't matter how many times they have seen her fight. It's too mind blowing to them especially to Gregor, Brutus and the other adventurers.
The battle below had ended, the final sentinel had fallen, the ancient gates had gone silent, and the golden runes that had been burning across the treasury walls were slowly dimming one after another like dying stars.
