Jason fought relentlessly in the airspace above the city, cutting through waves of curselings like a force of nature. He didn't wait for them to come to him—he hunted them down, striking with his full strength from the very start. Exhaustion never factored into his movements; he fought with the unwavering resolve of a crusader on a divine mission, a single-minded determination to eradicate every last one of them.
Then, suddenly, a shift in the air—something far more ominous.
Jason's instincts flared as he sensed the void stirring near his apartment. His head snapped in that direction, his sharp gaze locking onto the disturbance. But then, he caught sight of another presence—his uncle.
For a brief moment, the grip of his fist tightened.
Then, without hesitation, he turned back to his battle, slicing through another curseling without missing a beat.
If his uncle was there, Janice was safe.
