The battlefield was no longer a ground for clashing—it had become a pressure cooker. The evolved stone warriors moved with brutal intelligence, their coordination too refined, too surgical to be random. And Khepri, floating above the chaos like a puppeteer cloaked in stillness, never once blinked. He didn't need to.
He had become the Law here.
Alex grunted as a spinning flail grazed his shoulder, tearing through the nano suit and flinging blood across the broken ground. He pivoted, parried a downward cleave from a glaive-wielding warrior, and barely ducked as a serrated disc whistled past his ear.
Too close.
His katana sparked violently with each collision, the weapon screeching under the sustained punishment. Mana flared from his feet as he leapt backward, only for another warrior to meet him mid-air with a shield-bash that sent him tumbling down again like a ragdoll.
