Caine and his summons moved like a single, complex chimeric entity—one mind and a thousand bodies. His rings hovered behind him, rapidly spinning and gliding across the battlefield like extensions of his body, weaving through the chaos with a precision that seemed almost preordained.
Caine unleashed everything—spells, martial arts, wills, intents, qi—and as he did so, the world suddenly became eerily quiet. The cacophony of war faded into the background, replaced by a stillness that pressed against his consciousness, as though reality itself held its breath. In this unnatural quiet, every movement, every breath, and every heartbeat felt amplified, more significant than it had ever been.
He slipped into a trance, his mind embracing the void of thought, leaving only pure instinct.
All he perceived was the now. His vision fractured, each moment crystallized into a series of still frames.
Scene after scene unfolded before him.
