The skies above Future Island were painted in chaos. Storms raged, lightning cracked, and the very air trembled under the pressure of two forces clashing beyond mortal limits.
Jack descended from the sky, landing with a thunderous impact that sent cracks spiderwebbing across the battlefield. His Anti-Matter Suit flickered erratically, its once-glorious radiance now pulsing with instability.
Before him stood the Level 1500 Villain, arms crossed, a smirk of amusement playing on his lips.
"So, you're still standing, Jack Williams?" the villain taunted. "Your little suit is failing. Do you even have a chance without it?"
Jack wiped the blood trickling from his lips, his golden eyes burning with defiance.
"I don't need a suit to beat you into the ground."
Before the villain could respond, Jack surged forward, his fists tearing through the sound barrier. He ignored the warnings flashing in his helmet—his Anti-Matter Suit was unstable, on the verge of collapse.
But he didn't care.
