Jack heard him loud and clear, and for a fleeting moment, his hand froze mid-air, the blade trembling in his grasp. His gaze shifted toward Naon, the skeletal figure cloaked in shadows, whose cold, calculating aura sent a shiver up his spine.
The air seemed heavier now, as if the entire world was holding its breath. Jack's mind raced, processing the unexpected turn of events. His initial plan—to sever the tenuous bond between life and death for Naon's hostages—now seemed precarious at best, disastrous at worst.
'What's wrong with this useless servant? Could he be any more of a headache than he already is? Just when everything was falling into place, he decides to pull this stunt.'
