Just as before, Alger was the first to strike. Without hesitation, he turned on his own friend, cutting him down in a single brutal motion. The sound of steel meeting flesh echoed sharply through the air, followed by the heavy thud of a lifeless body hitting the ground.
The battlefield erupted into chaos. Shouts of rage, screams of pain, and the clash of weapons rose together in a deafening wave. Sparks flew as blades met, and the metallic tang of blood began to seep into the wind. Dust swirled under the frenzied movement of countless feet, clouding vision and adding to the suffocating atmosphere.
Kranos shifted his gaze toward the members of the Scarlet Moon Organization. His expression remained unreadable, but his eyes flickered with intent. He gave them a slight, deliberate nod before glancing away as though his attention had never lingered on them.
They understood at once. This was the signal he had mentioned earlier. Their time had come.
