The battlefield had transformed into a deadly dance floor, where every pirouette and leap of the Eclipse leader was a fleeting attempt to defy the inevitable. Spikes, blackish-purple and deadly, moved with a will, each eager to land the finishing blow, but the leader danced on.
Caden watched with an intensity that made the air around him heavy with essence. This was not just a fight; it was an opera of power and will. Every spike that lunged and retreated moved at his command, each an extension of his intent. And yet, in this display of overwhelming might, his face reflected a sorrow. A sorrow not for the enemy, but for the situation they found themselves in.
"We have to do something," Elara whispered, her voice tinged with distress as she witnessed the strain on Caden.
Valara, her grip firm on Elara's shoulder, nodded, her eyes never leaving the spectacle. "Caden is unparalleled in his skill, but even he has limits."
