Seconds. ..
A measurement of time that was exceptionally short, barely noticed by most mortals, yet the coming seconds in the Nexus Battlefield will define its future and the fate of all those within. All of it hinged on the will of a single man, facing an Ascended army of 9,462 Spirits of War.
His will and his saber.
The imposing image of a closed-eyed man of exceedingly handsome visage walking towards an entire army was etched into the retinas of every single Spirit of War. They viewed this act as simply implausible. They felt fear. Fear for a mortal.
