Dune sat on the roof of a rundown building, watching the chaos below. He saw Nea, the invisible Zeten user, lurking behind Atlas, waiting for the right moment to strike. Dune knew he had the element of surprise on his side.
He had carefully set his trap, threading a sharp, nearly invisible line across the building, and now he waited, tension building in his muscles like a spring ready to snap.
From his vantage point, Dune watched as Atlas, in his demonic form, fought fiercely with Raven. The sounds of their battle, clanging metal, shouts of rage, and the crash of destruction, filled the air.
Dune's heart pounded as he saw the struggle unfold, his eyes darting between Atlas and Nea, who remained focused on Atlas, unaware of the fifth person watching her every move.
As Atlas finally overpowered Raven, tearing his head off in a gruesome display of strength, Nea saw her chance.
