The two of them finally let the tension bleed out of their bodies. The adrenaline faded, the panic receded, and what remained was exhaustion and a quiet sense of surreal disbelief.
Asqa sank into Clyde's bed with a deep exhale, her shoulders finally relaxing as the silence of the chamber wrapped around them.
She pulled off her white coat, letting it slide onto the bed beside her, and placed her wand gently on the nightstand.
Clyde, sitting across from her in a chair, leaned back and chuckled softly.
"That was… pretty intense," he said, eyes half-lidded with fatigue but still bright with that familiar spark of madness.
Asqa let out a quiet laugh in response, brief but genuine. It was hard to believe. They had just fought a god.
Zeus, the storm king, the furious lightning itself.
