(Meanwhile, inside the the heart of the Chakravyuh, Soron's POV)
Across his vast lifespan, Soron vividly remembered participating in some of the most bloody and brutal battles history had ever witnessed.
However, everything he had experienced so far paled in comparison to the difficulty he faced today, as of all the battles he had fought, as a mortal and as a God, this one today was undoubtedly the hardest.
*Pant*
*Pant*
*Block*
Blocking yet another swing from Helmuth, Soron shifted his weight backwards, as old injuries and limping ankles caught up to him, his body threatening to lose all sense of balance, while his will forced it to stay functioning.
'Not yet….. not now….'
He thought, as he kept an eye out for Leo's progress just beyond the inner ring of the Chakravyuh, and realized that the boy was less than an hour away from making it to the core.
'Must endure till he's here….'
Soron resolved, as he kept the rising pressure from three distinct fronts at bay.
