Inside, the group set up a small perimeter, lighting faintly glowing runes for additional protection. Dren leaned against a wall, wiping sweat from his brow. "That was one hell of a fight. Felt good to smash some Abyssals, though."
Rick chuckled as he checked their supplies. "You did your job well, Dren. But let's not get too comfortable. They'll adapt to our tactics sooner or later."
Aiden sat cross-legged on the floor, his sword resting across his knees as he meditated. His golden aura pulsed faintly, repairing the minor injuries he'd sustained. Myne observed him from the shadows, her expression unreadable.
"How much longer do you think we can keep this up?" she finally asked, her voice quiet but laced with an edge of concern.
Aiden opened his eyes, meeting her gaze. "As long as it takes. The Abyss thrives on fear and despair, but we've already proven we can strike back. Every base we destroy, every victory we win—it all matters."