What the fuck just happened?
Why do I feel like someone else just hijacked the narration in my own damn story?
Whatever.
"Wake up," Jamal commanded. Calm, like he was greeting an old friend. His eyes locked on Jacob.
"Wait, what?" I blinked. "Did I hear that right?"
Just then, Javi and Ralph strolled in like it was recess after a class fight.
"Yo, what'd we miss?" Javi asked, hammer slung over his shoulder.
Levi gave them a look like, Bro, I don't even know anymore.
But I wasn't listening. My eyes were glued to Jacob.
His posture had shifted. Calm turned cold. Eyes sharpened—murderous. Like he'd seen a thousand futures… and hated every one. "What is happening?"
And Jamal wasn't Jamal anymore.... ion know what kinda glow he got. The vibes were off. Like, cosmically off. Something definitely changed.
Jacob stepped forward.
"What's wrong with you?!" Jamal snapped, eyes wide. "You shall not defy me you measly peasant! I'm your master!"
Master?
"Can someone explain what the hell is going on!?" I screamed—inside my own head.
But no one answered. Of course. The air was too thick. Like even the universe was holding its breath.
Then they clashed! Wait whaaaaaat? Like WTF?
Not Henry Danger fight. Not some PS2 Super Mario low budget bullshit. Not throw-punches-and-talk fight.
I'm talking Sung Jin-Woo vs. Ant King. Kaido vs. Gear 5 Luffy. Naruto & Sasuke vs. Momoshiki.
This was S-rank madness.
Jamal moved like Levi... only meaner, faster and hungrier.
Jacob didn't even flinch. Didn't blink. Just surgical.
We just stood there. The four of us. Not even pretending to help. I guess we don't have to worry about fighting anymore.
Not because we didn't want to… We couldn't.
We were watching gods fight.