Rama ran toward Shoji, his boots striking the cracked ground with urgency. But as he moved, he felt something changing in the air.
The battlefield had grown quieter than before. Not peaceful but strangely still. The wind had slowed. The distant sounds of steel clashing and Supernatural roaring had faded. It was as if the entire tomb was holding its breath.
Rama slowed slightly, his instincts flaring. The earlier grin on his face—the satisfaction of gaining XP, leveling up, and overcoming two powerful foes—vanished in an instant.
This quiet wasn't a relief but he felt like it was a warning.
He looked around as he moved, his eyes scanning the broken terrain and scattered Hunters.
The Crimson Vale members were tending to their wounded, helping dragging injured teammates to cover while exchanging quick orders and even casting small wards for defense.
