Two minutes later, the hall fell into an eerie quiet, onlythe rhythmic clatter of boots and the heavy scrape of crates being moved.
The squad had completed their mission, mountains of treasure now lay in a dazzling heap at the center: gleaming gold bars, shimmering coins, chests overflowing with gems, racks of weapons, and shelves crammed with ancient scrolls.
The squad stood guard around this bounty, rifles ready, their eyes sharp despite the fatigue etched on their faces.
At the forefront was Arthur, his coat rustling softly with each shift of air.
Calmness radiated from him, though his gaze flickered between the throne, the crown, and the Codex his focus never fully leaving these artifacts.
BOOOOOM!
Just then a boom shattered the silence.
The ceiling above trembled violently as stone dust rained down like rain.
Spider-webbed cracks spread across the surface before erupting outward in a thunderous roar; fragments blasted apart as if struck by a giant's hammer.
