"That's where the command lies. Destroy it, and the undead will fall. But don't think it'll be easy. The body was designed to endure—even without me in it," Erebus warned, his voice grim and weighted with the gravity of the task ahead.
Jack snorted, his determination blazing like a firestorm in his eyes. "Fine. Shatter the skull, huh? Guess I'll just have to make it happen."
Without waiting for further instructions, Jack surged forward, his body a blur of motion as shadowy energy wrapped around him, coiling like a protective serpent. The battlefield roared in defiance beneath him, the relentless tide of undead clawing and thrashing as if sensing their impending doom.
High above the chaos, Jack locked eyes with the skeletal titan seated atop its throne of bones. For a brief moment, time seemed to still.
