Silence settled heavily after the last body fell, pressing against their ears.
However, no one lowered their guard.
King Gulben still stood at the front with his sword still raised, his eyes cutting through drifting dust and lingering smoke as he scanned every shadow and broken corner of the corridor.
His breathing came slow and controlled, but tension coiled tight through his body.
The others followed his lead, turning in place, watching the walls, the ceiling, and gaps between shattered stone, fully expecting another wave to erupt at any second.
But nothing came. Only corpses remained.
The massive bodies of the fallen monsters lay strewn across the corridor, piled atop one another in grotesque heaps.
Dark blood pooled between cracked stones and steamed as residual Magic bled out into the floor.
Chunks of wall lay shattered where the attacks from them or the monsters had hit and scorched markings spread across the stone.
The fighters stood amid the ruin.
