Silence followed.
Just the sound of wind and monster guts dripping from trees.
Ragnar cracked his neck. "That was decent."
Tobias wiped his blade. "Better than decent."
From behind, Zayn gave them a tired thumbs up. "You guys suck. I got like, twenty raptors."
"Sure," Tobias said with a smirk.
A single cry echoed across the battlefield as a guard slashed through the last remaining beast.
Just like that — the dungeon break had officially been handled.
Silence returned, heavy and eerie.
The ground was a graveyard of cracked stones and twisted bodies, monster corpses splayed across the ruined terrain.
Blood pooled in trenches and soul cores faintly pulsed within crushed chests.
But despite the carnage… they'd won.
Ragnar stood tall, his massive frame casting a long shadow under the sinking sun.
He glanced around, then patted Tobias on the back with a hearty grin.
"Didn't know you had become that strong, Tobi."
Zayn blinked.
Wait.
Did Ragnar just call him Tobi?
