Empowered by his mastery and inner strength, Cyrus maintained the relentless downpour until the hounds, one by one, succumbed to the overwhelming force of the water magic. Their frenetic snarls ebbed into whimpers, and their resistance faltered.
As the chamber gradually fell silent, the water subsided, leaving the defeated hounds sprawled on the ground, their rabid frenzy quelled. Their heaving breaths marked the end of the chaotic battle that had tested Cyrus's skills and resilience.
Cyrus, standing amidst the aftermath, caught his breath, his body still empowered by the lingering force of the giants. The chamber, once filled with the tumultuous clash of combat, now lay quiet, save for the fading echoes of the fierce struggle that had transpired.
