The Art of War

Beneath a crushing sky, where the ash-gray haze seemed to swallow the last glimmers of dawn, the battlefield thrummed with an almost tangible tension. Keldo, with his new combat mode, wagered his life on a fragile thread. The supersonic speed he unleashed sent an icy shiver down Zayren's spine, a visceral warning of the imminent peril he sensed in its implications.