The battlefield that had been filled with chaos and noise finally fell silent for a breath.
Then…..
"NEXT!"
Kael's voice boomed across the desolate landscape like a god's decree. It sliced through the smoke, the ash, and the broken hearts of those still alive.
"Anyone who wants to fight with me or harbor some thoughts, you can come out and taste my sword."
His imbued with man roared across the place.
His head turned slowly, mechanical, almost lifeless, and his eyes locked onto the fleeing figures in the distance. Just that gaze just that subtle motion was enough.
"Gugggh!"
"Fuck! It's looking at us!"
"RUN! MOVE, DAMN YOU!"
The damned horde—thieves, smugglers, killers, and traitors—broke into chaos. Fear swallowed them whole. Their tough exteriors cracked like dry bark under fire. The arrogance they once flaunted disappeared, replaced by raw, primal panic.
