Athena's lips quirked slightly, her expression softening just a fraction. "He's like a fortress. I just hope we can match his strength today."
"That's why we have to rely on each other. We're stronger together," Cyrus said, his voice steady but firm. "Whatever happens, we've got our magic back, and we're not going in blind this time. Let's make sure we're ready for whatever's inside."
Athena nodded in agreement. She could feel her mana reserves at full strength now, and with it, the confidence she had lacked the day before. They had been blindsided once—but not again. She glanced at the altar-like structure still looming within the dungeon's entrance, its dark energy pulsing faintly, and felt a renewed sense of resolve. "We're ready."
