Cassius wove through the chaotic battlefield with a steady stride, Lucius trailing close behind, his notebook clutched tightly as he scribbled Cassius's murmured observations.
The duels raged around them—steel clashing, grunts echoing, dust swirling—but Cassius moved with an unshakable calm, his keen eyes darting from fight to fight until he'd seen enough.
And finally, with a nod to Lucius, he turned and made his way back toward Julie, his expression one of quiet satisfaction.
"I got all I need." He said as he reached her, brushing a speck of dirt off his sleeve. "Tell them to assemble—we're ready for that final gift."
Julie's brow furrowed, a flicker of confusion crossing her face, but she didn't press him.
"Alright." She said, her voice firm as she raised it over the clamor. "Everyone, fall in! Assemble back here—now!"
