[A/N: these signs ' ~ ' represent the demon speaking in demonic tounge.]
Jack felt a ripple of fear race down his spine as a low, guttural growl echoed behind him. The air grew heavy with an ominous chill, and despite himself, his body tensed instinctively.
'And I just *had* to be chained at this moment? I take back my words—luck is definitely against me,' he thought, a bead of cold sweat trailing down his face.
The crack in reality widened further, its jagged edges pulsating with malevolent energy. From its depths, skeletal, claw-like hands stretched outward, reaching for him with deliberate slowness, as if savoring the moment.
Before the ghastly appendages could grasp him, Alisha's golden chains yanked Jack backward, dragging him away from the encroaching danger. The sudden motion sent him stumbling, but he managed to steady himself, though his limbs trembled.
