The city was finally quiet now. The chaotic storm of magic and metal already faded into debris and dust. The massive machine lay in ruins, its cannons shattered and its runes extinguished.Thor stood atop its carcass with Mjolnir still crackling with faint sparks of lightning as he surveyed the destruction around him. Freya hovered nearby, her golden aura dimming but still visible, her eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of another threat.Liam, along with the other warriors and Valkyries, took in deep steadying breaths, but none of them felt relief. The tension remained thick in the air. They knew too well that the enemy could always have another trick up their sleeve. The battle may have ended, but they don't know if this attack is finally over or not.Thor's gaze met Freya and they exchanged a knowing nod. He turned to the others, and saying with stern voice. "Stay alert. We can't assume it's over yet."