Riven fell to the ground, breathing heavily. His chest rose and fell repeatedly.
Sweat rolled down his forehead.
His grip around his broadsword gradually loosened.
For a brief moment, he simply remained seated on the shattered floor, trying to steady his breathing.
'That was close...'
Too close.
Even though he had successfully landed the decisive counterattack, he understood that such an attack could not be used blindly.
It consumed too much of his mana and stamina.
If Neris had managed to dodge the attack, then the fate of the battle might have been different from what it was now.
Perhaps...
The one lying on the ground would have been him.
It was a gamble.
A calculated gamble, and it paid off.
Meanwhile, on the top floor where the battle was still going on in full swing, Kiera was like a human possessed by a demon.
Everywhere she passed, members of the Silver Crest Guild fell one after another. Fresh blood continuously splashed across her armor.
