"Are we... alive?"
Sophia's hoarse whisper barely carried over the settling dust as she lay motionless atop the rubble, exhaustion weighing down every part of her body.
Nova let out a quiet hum in response, her eyes fluttering closed.
And just like that, the two of them—like Gavin before them—slipped into unconsciousness, drained of everything.
"If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have won."
Celestina's voice was quiet yet firm as she looked down at Henrik, both hands pressed against his chest. A soft, white glow seeped from her fingertips, mending the torn flesh beneath them.
Henrik lay on the cold, shattered ground, his body battered, blood pooling beneath him. His injuries were severe, but he would live.
His breath hitched, a weak chuckle escaping his lips.
"...It is my honor to receive... such praise, Your Highness."
If it hadn't been for Henrik, they would have never won.
Even with the Grade 3 Abyssal severely injured, the battle had nearly ended in disaster.
