Athena shook her head, a small, tired smile on her face. "Agreed."
As the [Victory] panel flickered weakly, both Cyrus and Athena kept their eyes trained on it, their bodies tense and ready for another wave. For a few seconds, the panel hung in the air, pulsing faintly, but then, slowly, it began to fade. The light from the word "Victory" dimmed until it vanished entirely. Cyrus and Athena waited, bracing themselves for another cruel surprise.
But no new panel appeared.
The silence stretched between them as they scanned their surroundings, wary of what might come next. Yet, nothing stirred. It was too quiet. Too still.
