CPU From The Past

Amid the fading echoes of battle, a heavy silence fell over the chamber, the once-powerful False Guardian lying defeated at their feet. The air, still thick with the remnants of power from their clash, pulsed softly as if the treasury itself breathed a sigh of relief. Albrecht stood tall, his scythe resting on his shoulder, eyes scanning the surroundings for what he knew he needed next.

Behind him, the faint glow of Yulie's Blessing of the Divine Paladin flickered and faded. She took a step back, her chest heaving from the exertion, but she wore a faint smile. "That was… intense," she murmured, her voice strained but relieved.