"Asriel…" Alisha whispered, her voice trembling like a fragile thread on the verge of snapping.
Jack didn't respond immediately. Instead, his gaze shifted to the skeletal knight looming over her, its jagged blade still raised, its hollow sockets glowing with an unnatural crimson light. Slowly, deliberately, his lips curled into a faint smirk. The sight of it sent a chill down Alisha's spine.
"You dare lay a hand on her?" Jack's voice was calm—too calm. There was no rage, no desperation. Just an unnerving stillness that hinted at something far more dangerous.
The knight faltered. Its weapon wavered in the air as if an invisible force gripped its bony arm. The crimson glow in its eyes dimmed. Then, with a sudden and violent motion, the skeletal knight disintegrated, its ancient bones crumbling into dust. The dark aura surrounding it dissolved, evaporating into the acrid battlefield air.
