The air was thick with tension. Jack stood still, his body seemingly frozen in time. His senses heightened as he watched the scythe of Zamazo—the high demon lord—swing down with deadly intent. The battle had reached its climax, and for a moment, Jack's mind raced. Was this it? The end of his journey? The end of everything?
A cold grin spread across Zamazo's face, a look of satisfaction gleaming in his dark eyes. The mighty scythe was about to strike, and in his mind, there was no way a mere human could survive this.
But to the astonishment of everyone, Jack didn't flinch. A sly smile crept across his lips, almost as if he were daring the inevitable to come. 'It's not over yet,' Jack thought, his pulse steady.
