In another sector of the sprawling battlefield, away from the river's edge where Caius and Zora unleashed their hellish fury, Demigods Draven and Randy were swiftly moving through the ranks of the Celestial Guardians. Their demeanor was focused and determined, their strides purposeful as they navigated the chaos of war.
The air around them was thick with the dust and noise of battle, but both demigods carried an aura of command that parted the crowds of soldiers. Draven's face was set in a stoic expression, his eyes scanning the horizon for signs of enemy movement. Randy, equally alert, communicated orders to their units with a series of hand signals, his voice occasionally cutting through the din to correct or encourage his troops.
Suddenly, a group of breathless subordinates approached them, their armor clanking loudly as they ran. "Urgent!" one of them shouted, trying to catch his breath, his face flushed with the exertion and possibly fear.
