The dimly lit corridor echoed with heavy footsteps as Jake marched forward, his fists clenched and his gaze razor-sharp. Behind him, Lily and Everlyn followed closely, their expressions a mixture of wariness and determination.
Around every corner, groups of thugs charged at Jake, but he dealt with them effortlessly. Each swing of his fists or sharp kick sent his attackers flying, their groans of defeat echoing through the hall. His precision and strength were unmatched, and he used their bodies as makeshift obstacles, clearing a path as he moved forward.
"Stay close," Jake muttered over his shoulder, his voice calm despite the chaos. Lily and Everlyn nodded, their trust in him evident as they navigated the wreckage of defeated enemies.
