The warm light of the loot room still lingered behind them as the group stepped back into the dimly lit corridors of the dungeon. The oppressive energy that had once suffused the labyrinth was gone, replaced by an eerie calm. The walls, once glowing with pulsing runes, now seemed lifeless, as though the dungeon had exhausted itself. Their steps echoed faintly in the silence, a stark contrast to the chaos and battles they had faced earlier.
Lyra led the way, her greatsword strapped to her back as she walked alongside Aelira, whose black and red armor shimmered faintly in the low light. The Living Blade's bright demeanor stood in sharp contrast to the dungeon's somber atmosphere, her voice cheerful as she chatted with the group.
"So," Sylvia began, her Voltiger form absent but her claws twitching with nervous energy, "what's the plan? We've got our loot, beat the big bad boss, and now we're just… leaving?"