At that moment, the intruders' impassioned shouts caught in their throats. Every hurried breath and excited whisper vanished.
All that remained in the tomb was the faint sound of rubble sliding down, and the soft hiss of lingering power dissipating from the shattered armor.
The formidable enemy they had expected to face had already been reduced to wreckage scattered across the floor.
And the figure standing tall amid that wreckage, his back to them, stood in stark contrast to the signs of savage battle all around him.
A shock far more powerful than the Death Knight's roar seized every one of them in an instant.
He was like a legend from an ancient heroic epic, standing silently beside a dragon's corpse after slaying it alone. His figure was solitary, yet seemed to fill the entire space.
Everyone's gaze involuntarily settled on the blond boy, who looked somewhat exhausted yet somehow seemed impossibly imposing.
In that instant, the entire noisy group fell utterly silent.
Then, after that brief, deathly silence, the students behind them who had previously idolized Victoria immediately changed their tune.
The boys made no attempt to hide their amazement:
"Goddess of Light, am I dreaming? Why is the person standing there Greg Sass?"
"And look beside him! That looks like the Death Knight's armor! No wonder there was such an oppressive presence... Did he really do all this on his own...?"
"No wonder there have been more and more rumors about him at the Academy lately. Is he really a genius who's just been hiding his strength all this time?!"
Although hearing these comments left Victoria feeling a little sour about having her thunder stolen, she could still accept them.
After all, she had witnessed Greg's strength firsthand and genuinely respected it.
What truly infuriated her was the