The battlefield was shifting.
Vera was out.
And that changed everything.
Caspian felt the weight of it sink into his gut. The moment the buzz of Vera's elimination rang across the arena, Team Void moved like a machine with a missing restriction—pushing harder, striking faster, overwhelming every gap left in Team-Z's defense.
It was five against four now.
Kairos was the next target.
And Caspian knew it.
CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK
Caspian's blocked Marcus' relentless assault.
He could see the shift happening.
Seraph, the brawler with Burst Step, flickered in and out of vision, his short-range teleportation making him an unpredictable menace.
Varren, the spear user, stood as a wall between Caspian and Kairos.
Aegis, the barrier user, was reinforcing gaps, his shields appearing at the perfect moment.
Zane, the artillery mage, was setting up. His orbs of Explosive Convergence hovered ominously in the air, waiting for the moment to lock onto Kairos.
