The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.
For the people of Forza, the fight with the Demon was War but for the Demon, it was just a game. A fun way to pass time.
Jamal was held by the Demon and he couldn't even wriggle. He was too afraid to die. He just wanted the time to start again.
"Only one minute left in fifteen minutes. Be patient." The Demon said.
"Do you have a name?" Jamal asked. He used all his courage for that.
"Yes. But you don't deserve to hear it."
"Why?"
"You don't have what it takes."
"I can literally stop time."
"That's not enough."
"Then what do you want? Who will you tell your name then?"
The Demon smiled. "Someone who can make me fear."
"Heh." Jamal scoffed. "So no one will get to know your name."
"Exactly. And look…"
The Demon pointed his finger at the army behind Jamal.
"One minute is up."
