Rudrean arrived at the second zone in a controlled glide as he deactivated the Combat Art.
'I can keep the Combat Art form up for a long time with my build.' Rudrean's eyes glinted.
[Isalyn: Yep. You would only get exhausted once your mental capacity reaches the limit, but that'll take multiple days unless you strain your focus too much.]
The others were already inside the second area.
Two hordes had been split apart and were being dealt with efficiently, Lyra's weapons sealing the flanks while Ryzen's ice walls funnelled monsters into kill corridors for Aelira to sweep clean.
Rudrean dropped in and handled the remainder without ceremony, each strike precise and unhurried, the kind of ease that came from a body that was no longer working near its ceiling.
They collected, moved, and repeated.
It was thirty minutes into the second zone when one of Lyra's orbs pulsed.
Then a second.
She raised her hand. "Stop."
Everyone stilled.
