The voice that tore through the battlefield did not belong to a soldier.
It carried authority.
Weight.
Power.
The kind that demanded attention even before the eyes could find its source.
The air trembled.
The already heavy pressure seemed to bend as something new entered the space, something that did not simply exist within the battlefield but imposed itself upon it.
Then—
A figure stepped forward from the distance.
No.
Not stepped.
Arrived.
As if the space itself made way for him.
The King.
His robes flowed behind him, untouched by the dust and destruction that covered the battlefield. His presence alone forced several soldiers to straighten despite the crushing pressure still pressing down on them. His eyes were sharp, filled with fury, confusion, and something deeper that had yet to surface.
The moment his gaze found Cain—
Everything else faded for him.
"You."
His voice cut through the chaos.
"You told me…"
His steps slowed, but his presence grew heavier.
