Dravok did not relent.
Now that he had seized control again, he pressed it without hesitation, without mercy, his attacks no longer carrying even the slightest hint of restraint. The battlefield had become his domain once more, the earth responding to his will with terrifying precision, every movement calculated, every strike placed with intent.
And this time…He focused Lucas.
The shift was subtle at first.
A slight narrowing of attack angles.
A heavier concentration of pressure in Lucas's direction.
But it quickly became obvious.
Lucas felt it.
The space around him tightened, the ground reacting faster, sharper, the attacks no longer just forcing him to move, but guiding where he could move, cutting off options before he could even take them.
Another spike surged up beneath him.
He vanished and reappeared.
