Silence descended upon the ancient chamber.
The deafening roars.The explosions. The endless clash of steel and magic.
Everything had finally come to an end.
Only the ragged breathing of two exhausted young men echoed through the ruined hall.
Damien lay motionless in the middle of the battlefield, only a short distance away from the giant's colossal corpse.
His chest rose and fell heavily as he stared blankly at the ceiling.
He didn't even have the strength to sit up. On the opposite side of the chamber.
Noah staggered backward. His legs finally gave out.
His back struck the cold stone wall before he slowly slid down until he was sitting on the floor.
He leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. Every muscle in his body screamed in pain.
His vision blurred. His eyelids felt unbearably heavy.
"...Cough..."
A mouthful of blood spilled from his lips.
'I...I think I still have a few potions left.'
With trembling hands, Noah reached into his storage ring.
