The moment did not arrive with sound, nor warning, but with a shift so violent within the unseen that even the chaos of battle seemed to falter for the briefest breath.
Luca felt it first, his instincts flaring sharp, his head turning before his mind could follow, his chest tightening as something far more dangerous than numbers entered the field.
Rhea felt it next, though pain blurred her senses, her body trembling, her breath uneven, yet even through that haze something colder, stronger, surged across her awareness.
"…no way," she whispered, her voice barely holding, her gaze lifting despite the strain weighing her down.
A faint tremor ran through her shoulders, though not from fear this time, but from recognition.
"He's here."
Alessandro did not arrive like the others.
He did not move through the battle.
He tore into it.
