The chaos that had once defined the battlefield began to fade, not because the war had ended, but because something far more commanding had seized the attention of both sides, forcing blades to still and movements to slow as eyes turned toward a single, brutal spectacle unfolding at the center of it all. The clash of armies quieted into scattered exchanges, then into hesitant stillness, until soldiers from both Valerion and the usurper's forces found themselves watching, their breaths held, their focus drawn entirely to the figure being relentlessly broken under Ken's assault.
Lucas.
