The chaos raged across the battlefield, with the clash of steel on steel, the roar of explosions in the air, and the screams of warriors echoing through the shattered streets. Amid the battle storm, there was only one thing Tyson could focus on.
Blue.
Sitting atop a mound of debris, Blue sat frozen. His intensity was gone, and his face was inscrutable, as if he were deep in thought while the fight went on around him. But Tyson was aware. There was always something bubbling beneath the surface with Blue, something that made him one of the most dangerous Rogues on the battlefield.
Tyson's breath came in short gasps as he clenched his sword's hilt, heart, and pulse, harmonizing with the furious beat . The world around him seemed to fade, leaving only the target in sight. Every step toward Blue felt like crossing an invisible line, and Tyson knew there was no turning back now.