"Is it over?" Mathew muttered, watching how the headless corpse of the zombie leader fell first to its knees, only for its weight to take over and push it fully down on the ground.
Daria's shadowy form landed roughly two meters to the back of the zombie's corpse. She trodded several steps forward to disperse her momentum only to then sling on her heel as she turned around, ready to face the zombie leader again.
But there was no need for it anymore.
The headless corpse of the zombie leader remained exactly in the same spot that it fell to the ground.
There were no suspicious twitches that would signal the fight wasn't over yet. Mathew couldn't feel the mana converging in this place in an unnatural way.
The entire field calmed down, as if the exciting arc of the story came to an end, giving the participating characters time to calm down and enjoy their moment of victory.
"We won?" Daria shyly muttered, her voice indicating she didn't really believe in her own words.
