His gaze drifted back to the holographic green 'map', and his brows knitted slightly together.
His gaze lingered on the swirling crimson lights for a few more seconds before he clicked his tongue softly in mild irritation.
But then, a subtle light flickered in his eyes—not one of fear, but of anticipation.
A low smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he straightened his posture.
Even though the situation wasn't ideal, and the rift clearly wouldn't be as easy as the guild initially predicted, there was a part of him that felt a twinge of excitement stirring deep within his chest.
His heartbeat began to quicken — not from anxiety, but from the thrill of what was to come.
'Heh,' he thought, his eyes glancing briefly at Harry, who still stood with a calm, unreadable expression. 'Maybe this won't be such a bad thing after all…'
Jack's grip tightened slightly on the thick, spiked club resting across his shoulder.
