Jack stood still, his gaze locked on Gale's bloodied form. The deep wound in Gale's stomach oozed dark, viscous blood, evidence of a battle far beyond ordinary.
'If my suspicions are right, a First Order angel should rival a higher demon like Zomaza. So what tipped the scales?' Jack's eyes narrowed as he processed the information. 'Is there some artifact or power at play?'
"How did you lose?" Jack asked coldly, though his voice carried a tinge of disbelief.
The group had already learned of Gale's defeat earlier, but seeing the mighty warrior—one who should have been their strongest asset—standing there, wounded and staggering, made the news harder to accept.
Gale grimaced, clutching at his bleeding side as sweat trickled down his pale face.
"Zomaza has the Death Scale," he croaked, his voice low and strained.
