For the first time, One hesitated.
He had seen what Kael could do.
He had witnessed the absorption.
He understood now that he could die.
And with that fear…
Their advantage vanished.
Kael outmatched them in every metric, power, speed, instinct, technique. The only reason they had survived this long was One's recklessness, his willingness to trade blows, to ignore wounds.
But now?
He couldn't afford to anymore.
Kael had made him care.
Care about his body. Care about positioning.
And that, Kael realized, was the crack in the wall.
"So… One is the one directing them," Kael thought, eyes narrowing as he struck again.
And the moment he realized that, he adjusted his entire rhythm.
Unlike before, Kael was no longer dancing across the battlefield, trying to split them apart.
No.
He gathered them.
All of them.
Together.
Standing directly in front of him.
