Jorge felt nothing but dread.
People might think Khana was the devil incarnate, especially with how cruel she had been with Malakai.
But Jorge knew better.
The true devil… was the 3rd Pulse.
A shrewd man, whose smile was never genuine. But Jorge had seen his true self.
A man who would do anything to get what he wanted. To him, people were nothing but pieces on a board.
Should he fall here, to protect his reputation… he would discard Jorge without a second thought.
It meant one thing: death.
But…
'I don't want to die.'
Jorge's clarity snapped back into focus.
His mind steadied as he clenched both arms, ignoring the pain radiating from every inch of his body.
"Haaaaaaa!"
He roared at the top of his lungs as a surge of vita exploded from him, the force momentarily breaking through the barrage of punches.
Jorge's vision was completely blurry. He couldn't see anything, not even Malakai.
