Alexander's attention scattered across the field.
He could see every twitch, every glance, every breath.
Not only could he see every individual enemy, he could see every spectator, every chair, every single piece of peeled paint.
Nothing escaped his gaze.
Forward had an impressive team, they spread before him occupying most of their side of the field.
They had one assassin, 3 fighters and two mages.
They were six in total, including their leader who was the assassin archetype standing at the far right.
Spreading so thin? They don't know much about me. But they do know about avoiding direct eye contact.
Alexander raised the staff he held in his hand, pointing it at his adversaries.
"[ Whispers Beyond ]."
The entity spoke.
Its voice resonated through them like an unstoppable gust of wind. From left to right, each of them were hit by it, instantly grabbing their own heads.
