Only they saw each other.
And then?
She gave a restrained smile before once again feigning innocence, waiting to be rescued.
Selfish and despicable.
Complex and interwoven.
The changes never ceased.
They eyed nobility, coveting greatness.
They couldn't wait to trample everything beneath their feet.
Why do this?
Because only by doing so would they appear less despicable.
Jason knew nothing of this.
Jason, who had just leapt from above, felt the chains of the "Chen Xi Sword" inside him shatter as dawn approached; his eyes were locked intently on the cracks in the matrix.
After the recent bombing by the armed helicopter, the matrix was repairing itself, but it was then bombarded again by sixteen missiles controlled by John and his two companions.
Instantly, the just-healing matrix shield frayed once more.
Jason now targeted these cracks.
As for those surging tentacles?
He didn't even have the slightest interest to glance at them.
