"Cyrus, now!" Sylus shouted.
Cyrus didn't hesitate. He dashed forward, his aether blade flaring with one final burst of energy. With a swift, precise strike, he drove the blade into the golem's weakened core, piercing through the cracks Sylus had created.
The golem let out one final, guttural groan as its body collapsed in on itself, the obsidian form disintegrating into a cloud of dust.
The battle was over, but the toll it had taken on the trio was undeniable. Sylus, Cyrus, and Athena stood there, panting and exhausted, their bodies bruised and battered from the relentless fight.
But they had survived.
As the last of the obsidian golem crumbled into dust, the ground beneath the trio trembled. A low, ominous hum reverberated through the air, the vibrations traveling up through their boots. The dungeon, ancient and foreboding, seemed to stir, its darkened walls groaning as if alive.
