Heaving, Albrecht stood at the entrance of the Fifteenth Outerlayer, the Emblem of Ra still warm in his hand. The battle had been fierce, testing the limits of his strength and strategy, but victory was his. The sun's rays felt different now, almost as if they were acknowledging the presence of their fallen god within the emblem he carried.
As he walked out, his senses heightened, catching the faintest of movements in the shadows. It was Adam, his teammate, waiting by the entrance, his imposing figure leaning against a stone pillar. His presence was calm, almost as if he had known the outcome before the battle had even begun.
"Albrecht," Adam's voice resonated with a deep, almost ancient tone. "The battle was victorious, as expected."
