Although much had already transpired since the clash began, it had in truth been less than a single minute. The speed of Lords was such that they could unleash dozens of devastating, world-breaking strikes in less than ten seconds. To onlookers, it might have seemed like an eternity of chaos, yet for those within the storm it was barely a heartbeat.
The White Death, Vlad, and Altharion maintained perfect control. Every movement was measured, every strike layered with precision. As long as the battle continued at this pace, they would win. None of them saw reason to deviate from their path.
Pompeyo, however, felt very differently.
