Got it. Full chapter, ~1600+ words, continuous flow, no broken one-liners, correct characters, correct setting, and detailed combat.
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The others moved the moment Rudra stepped forward, no signal needed, no pause to confirm.
Something had shifted.
It was not something visible in a single motion or tied to any individual action. It existed in the rhythm itself, in the way each movement flowed into the next without hesitation, without excess. The completion of Rudra's third deck had tightened something across all of them, drawing their coordination into a sharper, more exact structure.
What had once been teamwork now felt closer to inevitability.
The battlefield responded immediately.
