In this moment, Jack moved with a single purpose—his every muscle honed with a deadly intent to kill. Holding back wasn't an option; there was a raw, unrestrained fury coursing through his veins. His grip tightened on his blade, and his movements were swift, unhesitating.
'Is this the rage of the god affecting me?' he wondered briefly, feeling a strange surge of anger that felt almost foreign, yet entirely consuming. But even that thought was a fleeting whisper; his instincts had already taken over, driving his hand forward in a merciless arc aimed at Alisha's head.
