The dawn had surrendered to the morning light, casting a golden hue over the battlefield. Kal stood a few meters ahead of the Flame Astro Aether Glide, his stance unwavering, his feet rooted so firmly that the ground beneath him cracked in defiance of his presence. Behind him, Centric readied to launch another Thanacrite from their Miasmothrower when, from the far right, a Thanacrite soared through the air with deadly intent.