Unable to see from behind his giant shield, all Sven could do was brace himself. As energy thrummed around them he grit his teeth, praying now silently inside his mind as he holds the Petals of Nil steady. There was a startling rush of nothingness that felt like the deafness that followed being much too close to an explosion for comfort, and then...only the loud, slick slap of material across his shield.

Joyous song surged around them and he drew slowly to his feet, turning the Petals of Nil back to an upright angle. Slime splattered around his bare feet, seeping between his toes, but he was too numb to pay it mind. They...did they do it?

The broad wooden shield before him collapsed in on itself, the Petals of Nil reverting back into an innocent decoration. Sven kept himself together just long enough to see the precious item safely back into his hair before his legs give out under him, bringing him to his knees. He sinks back against Light, drained but with a relieved smile on his face.