The silence that followed was chilling.
Dust and smoke lingered in the air. Ethan stepped out slowly, his boots echoing on the cracked floor. The faint orange glow from burning debris lit his sharp features. His cold eyes looked ahead, cutting through the gloom.
He walked through the broken corridor, each step heavy with tension. He bent down and picked up his greatsword that was still glowing faintly from the last clash.
His gaze shifted to Mureno. The Lich was a broken mess. Half of his skull was gone, and the flames in his hollow eyes flickered weakly like dying candles.
It tried to stand but stumbled. Its legs trembled, bones clattering as if struggling to remember how to move. It fell forward with a dull thud and lay there for a moment before crawling. The creature dragged itself toward the center of the ruined hall, where the statue of the Goddess of Light once stood.
