Wind curled behind Matthew as Harmonae shimmered into shape, their duet-like forms gliding behind him, echoing their resonance in soft harmonic pulses. Sae, the dog-like echo spirit, growled low. Andromeda stomped forward with a wind-charged step, Junjun barking beside him.
Garron rolled his shoulders, the bones cracking like stones grinding together.
"You children don't understand war."
His voice thickened. Heavy. Cold.
"War… is when you give up your life the moment you step on the field."
Juno clenched his fists.
Then why am I still breathing?
The moment the warning voice cut cleanly through the air, Garron froze, chest heaving, veins glowing like molten iron beneath his skin. The dust swirled around him as if unsure whether to retreat from him or cling to his madness. His single good arm twitched, Shinrei spiraling hotter, brighter, threatening to rupture the air itself.
