The Green-winged grim reaper

"...I'll go help," Caesar muttered as his eyes locked onto the chaos surrounding Amon.

"Are you sure?" Sakaar asked hesitantly.

Caesar's condition had worsened since the battle had begun. His once vibrant demeanor had faded; his skin was now as pale as milk, and his apparent blue veins —struggling to keep him alive— were now clearly visible beneath his white, almost translucent flesh. His body resembled a frozen slab of ice, marred with streaks of blue and red all over. Just looking at him gave one a sense of exhaustion and unease.

But still, Sakaar didn't dare stop him. No one else could take his place. If Sakaar left, Caesar and Richard wouldn't be able to hold back their enemies here. And if Richard left, it was uncertain whether he could even last long enough to reach the battlefield!