Rafe remained at the edge of the battlefield. His presence slipped between the chaos like a shadow that refused to be noticed.
He stayed low behind the fractured remains of a collapsed structure. His body pressed close to the jagged surface while his eyes moved constantly, looking at everything around him.
Explosions of Ether lit the battlefield in flashes, steel clashed against steel, and screams echoed in every direction. But somehow he had avoided being pulled into any direct confrontation.
That alone spoke of his awareness, his ability to read the flow of battle and position himself just outside the reach of danger.
A crooked smile slowly formed across his face.
His gaze shifted from one clash to another, studying the pattern beneath the chaos rather than the chaos itself. He watched the way both forces continued to grind against each other, how bodies died from both sides, and how the battlefield consumed them equally despite the imbalance in numbers.
