While the vanguards exchanged heavy blows on the frontline, a quieter maneuver unfolded beneath the chaotic center of the arena. Smithy's Void Eel phased silently through the arena floor. It shot up and wrapped its shadowy coils tight around Wang Shu's legs. The enemy healer yelped and fell hard, his staff clattering across the stone.
Without Wang Shu's healing aura mending their battered armor, the Western Federation's formation lost its structural support. Their defensive line shuddered, then broke entirely under Central's coordinated assault.
Watching from the rear, Long Wei didn't shout orders to regroup. He simply exhaled a slow, controlled breath, and stopped holding back.
He burst through Garrett and Elise's defense line in a blur of speed, He closed the thirty-yard gap in seconds, coming to a dead halt exactly three paces in front of Nathan. The force of his sudden stop kicked up a cloud of pulverized stone.
