Lucas could feel it with painful clarity now, not just in his body, but in the flow of the battle itself, in the rhythm that had completely shifted out of his favor. Every exchange pushed him further back, every movement demanded more from him than the last, and every breath he took felt heavier than it should have. The Dragon's Inferno continued to gnaw at him from within, while Dravok's wind attacks carved at him from the outside, leaving him caught between two relentless forces that showed no sign of slowing down.
He understood it.
At this rate, he would lose.
Not just him.
Even with the Ice Belle at his side, even with her speed and precision allowing her to avoid the worst of the storm, they were not closing the gap anymore. They were surviving again, just as they had at the beginning, except now the cost was far greater.
Dravok had adapted.
And he was winning.
