Inside the hall, the vibrations of the stone coffin gradually subsided, leaving behind a deathly silence.
Luo Chen and Qing Shuang exchanged a glance, both seeing a trace of fatigue and relief in each other's eyes.
They knew that although the battle had been arduous, ultimately they had won.
"Luo Chen, are you alright?" Qing Shuang asked with concern, her voice tinged with a slight tremor.
Luo Chen shook his head, slowly sheathing the sword in his hand, "I'm fine, just a bit tired. What about you?"
Qing Shuang smiled gently, her smile reflecting a few traces of fatigue but more of the joy of victory, "I'm fine too. I just didn't expect that we could defeat such a formidable enemy."
The two walked slowly toward the stone coffin, seeing that the ancient battle armor and longsword had turned to dust, leaving only some broken fragments behind.
Luo Chen reached out to gently touch the edge of the stone coffin, savoring the sense of historical vicissitudes.
