(Meanwhile, inside the heart of the Chakravyuh, Helmuth's POV)
"NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!
THIS IS NOT OVER!
STOP DEFENDING LIKE A COWARD AND COME FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!
NO!"
Helmuth burst out in anger, as his voice tore through the heart of the formation and rebounded uselessly off divine barriers that no longer cared for his frustration, his aura flaring violently as his grip tightened around his weapon, knuckles whitening while the moment he had been promised slipped further and further out of reach.
He could feel it.
The deadline had passed.
The narrow window they had all agreed upon, the one chance where Soron would face him alone, without interference, without layered pressure or divided focus, had closed while he was still forcing his way forward strike by strike.
'Soron would have been dead by now if he was not so stubbornly committed to defending instead of fighting properly.
This is not how a true warrior is meant to fight…'
