The chapter opens with immediate physicality — a cramped battleground where every panel breathes motion. The raw scans emphasize grainy, high-contrast inks that turn blood and dust into texture; the lack of polish actually heightens the sense of immediacy. You feel the scrape of armor, the sting of impact. One combat beat runs across several splash panels, each slightly angled to disorient and accelerate the reader’s pulse. It’s a sequence designed to be felt as much as seen.