Michael expertly dangled the invitation before Jin, allowing him to scrutinize it closely.
"Do you think Death would play games like people?" he asked, his voice carrying an edge of reason that pierced through the chaos of the moment.
Jin's eyes darted between the invitation and Michael, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and conflict. The legitimacy of the invitation was undeniable, casting a shadow of doubt over the orders he believed to have received from his god. The realization that he might have been manipulated was dawning on him, yet the gravity of his devotion to Death made him hesitate, torn between allegiance and truth.
"Damn it," Observing the unfolding scene, Shar growled under her breath.
Suddenly, as if snapping out of his internal struggle, Jin shook his head, his decision made.
"I can't take any chances with this," he declared before lunging forward with his dagger aimed at Michael.
