Sixth Floor: The Chamber of Seven Seas (32)

But Jesua didn't celebrate yet. She knew there were more enemies waiting, and that the fight wasn't over. The battlefield was still alive with monsters, and the cosmic eye in the sky was still summoning horrors from beyond.

For now, though, Jesua took a moment—just a moment—to breathe, to reassess, and to prepare for the next wave. The fight was far from over, and she was ready to continue the struggle, relentless as ever.

Cyrus was locked in a deadly ballet with the Abyssal Warfiends, their tridents crackling with dark energy, their shadowy bodies flickering in and out of existence like specters trying to tear the very fabric of reality. The sea around them swirled with violent currents as if the water itself recognized the unnatural presence of these fiends. Every move was a delicate balance between lightning-fast reflexes, precise strikes, and an innate understanding of his enemies' pattern.