Jack's breath hitched.
"What the..." he muttered under his breath, startled.
'Is she planning to attack me?' he wondered, tension gripping his chest as Alisha raised her glowing hands toward him.
A moment later, a soothing warmth washed over him, radiating from her palms like a gentle sunrise after a bitter winter.
The sharp agony in his chest dulled, his shredded flesh stitching itself back together with a golden glow.
He blinked, momentarily stunned.
Her magic was unlike anything he had ever experienced—pure and untainted, a stark contrast to the shadowy energy that coursed through his own veins.
"I'll hold him off," Alisha declared, her voice resonating with unshakable authority.
The soft glow in her eyes now burned with unwavering resolve.
"Focus on finishing the job, Jack. I'll buy you time."
Jack quirked a brow, his lips curling into a faint smirk despite the situation.
