The massive corpse of the Gorgon-Hydra lay half-sunk in the black mud. A monument to a victory that had nearly killed them all.
Dante's mana pool was empty. The last bits of power spent on that final attack. He was leaning heavily on Erica and Lana.
His gaze drifted across the battlefield. Checking on his team.
They were a wreck.
Jin was on one knee. His new cloak torn. His sword arm trembling with exhaustion.
Masha was pale as death. Her own energy spent.
Eric's shield was dented and smoking. A ruined piece of metal.
They were alive. But they were broken.
Then his eyes landed on Rina.
She was a beacon of soft, green light in the grim scene. Moving from one comrade to the next.
She knelt beside Talia. Whose skin still held a faint, stony color. Weaving her life energy to clean out the last of the petrifying gaze.
Then she moved to Lana. Her hands glowing as she mended the deep gash on her leg.
