The moment the dome held, even if only for those few precious seconds, a wave of realization swept through the ranks of Valerion's army, and what followed was immediate and overwhelming. The soldiers who had moments ago stood frozen in dread now erupted into cheers, their voices rising in unison, raw and unrestrained, carrying across the valley with a force that rivaled the battle itself. It was not just relief, it was belief, the kind that surged from deep within, born from witnessing something that should have ended but had not.
"They're still standing!"
"Don't fall now!"
The sound echoed, layered and powerful, filling the battlefield with a presence that had been absent before, something alive, something unyielding.
Inside the battered dome, Lucas heard it.
So did the Ice Belle.
