(Meanwhile, Caleb and Mairon's POV, inside the valley)
The valley had already descended into chaos by the time Caleb fully joined the fight, as Mairon's reckless charge had drawn the attention of nearly every Transcendent-tier beast in the vicinity, forcing the battlefield into a frenzy of clashing bodies, shattered terrain, and violent roars that echoed across the cliffs.
However, where there should have been disorder…
There was rhythm.
Because while Mairon fought like a blazing storm, carving through beasts with wild aggression and overwhelming speed, Caleb moved like a shadow weaving through that chaos, his steps measured, his angles precise, and his blades striking only when the outcome was already guaranteed.
