Post-Battle Debrief

Late at night, Osborn Tower lay like a slumbering steel beast. Only a scattered few floors were still lit, while a handful of security indicators and the climate-control systems in the research areas continued running quietly.

Inside Harry's private laboratory, the atmosphere stood in stark contrast to the fierce battle from not long ago. It was simply too late, so instead of returning to the clinic's backyard, the four of them came straight here.

Along the way, the adrenaline gradually faded, replaced by a complicated mix of exhaustion, relief, and lingering fear after a hard-fought battle.

Once inside the lab, everyone instinctively found a comfortable spot to sit or lean against, then let out a long breath in unspoken unison.

"Phew..."

Their taut nerves and muscles finally relaxed. After all, this had been their first time facing an enemy from the multiverse who had clearly come to kill. The danger and strangeness of it far surpassed any street criminal or thug they had dealt with before.

For Gwen, this had also been her first real battle. Even thinking back on that rush of adrenaline and brush with death made her heart race. The relief of successfully completing the mission and a faint sense of weakness washed over her at the same time.

Peter, who had served as both the main attacker and the bait, had spent the most energy. He was now sprawled without a shred of dignity in a luxurious ergonomic office chair, limbs stretched out as if he were a puddle of soft liquid.

"Ohhhhhh, I feel like every bone in my body is about to fall apart. I could fall asleep right now..." he mumbled indistinctly, too lazy even to remove his mask.

Harry was doing a little better, having expended relatively less physical energy. He barely