On the battlefield, the Overseer remained largely silent, his presence commanding attention without the need for words.
As the real battles began, his focus shifted entirely to the glowing screen before him.
His fingers moved with precision, manipulating the ancient technology that crackled faintly with latent power.
The display flickered as streams of shifting numbers raced across it, a mesmerizing dance of information predicting the carnage to come.
A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips, he was eagerly awaiting the deaths that would soon follow.
Then, abruptly, the numbers froze.
The hum of the machinery faltered, leaving a palpable stillness in its wake.
2 vs 3
Another single digit clash.
Anthony and Aaaninja's gazes instinctively shifted toward Lucian, who sat with the composure of an emperor surveying his domain.
