The moment Kael Dravok made his move, the nature of the battle became unmistakably clear.
There was no probing, no testing and no restraint.
Every single attack he unleashed carried the full weight of lethal intent, as though the very idea of holding back had never crossed his mind. The ground answered to him with violent obedience, splitting, rising, and collapsing in relentless succession, each strike aimed not to pressure, but to end.
Lucas understood it instantly.
One mistake would be enough.
He did not even consider meeting the attacks head on.
The first wave alone had told him everything he needed to know.
The sheer density of power behind Dravok's control over earth was overwhelming, far beyond anything Lucas had faced before. It was not just strength, but dominance, a crushing force that turned the battlefield itself into a weapon.
Another surge came.
