Through the lens of [Hunter's Insight], the chaotic battlefield reduced itself to a series of pulsing weak points and shifting aggro lines. Nathan called out blind spots, directed evasions, and fired Moonlight into the fray. The Tyrant's Eye swirled in its socket, cutting through the thick, freezing haze to find the targets his allies couldn't see.
The final Guardian fell to a flawless, unspoken sequence: Volcan's searing heat cracked open its chest plate, Elise's Frost Golem drove a fist into the exposed core to shatter it, and Mirko's blade took the head before the construct even realized it was dead. The last lingering Wraith melted away under a blinding barrage of Dillon's static electricity.
Quiet returned to the catacombs, save for the hiss of melting ice and heavy breathing.
[Floor 6 Cleared!]
Floor 7 was the antechamber to the throne.
