The battlefield was a chaotic mess—confetti and balloons littered the ground, remnants of broken spells floating lazily through the air.
Jubilee was unpredictable, constantly shifting the field of play with bizarre and whimsical attacks. But there was something he had noticed in the midst of the madness, something small yet significant. The broken dice—Orbit had brought it to him earlier, a piece of the very item Jubilee had summoned in her chaotic antics. That small fragment sparked an idea in his mind.
Lucan eyes focused on the piece of broken dice that Orbit still held up triumphantly. The tiny fragment of the dice shimmered in the sunlight. Lucan's lips quirked into a smile as realization struck. The dice were more than just part of her chaotic arsenal—they were a symbol of randomness, of chance. What if, in her chaotic world, the dice were the key to controlling the flow of battle?
His mind raced as he formulated the perfect strategy.
