Javier spoke softly, his voice calm and unshaken.
"Hey… aren't you here for a mission? To kill me?" he asked, eyes locked onto the man.
"Then don't waste time."
He took a step forward.
"How about showing that full power of yours?"
Javier tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. "Don't worry about your modified soldiers. You should worry about yourself."
That steady tone—the calm stance—the chilling confidence.
It made the general's throat tighten.
He gritted his teeth, then forced a smirk. "Fine. You want to see real power?"
He reached into his armored belt and pulled out a glowing black orb, veins of red mana pulsing inside, like a heartbeat. The thing radiated dense, cursed energy.
"You're not the only one with tricks, brat," he growled.
Without hesitation, he crushed the orb with his hand and swallowed it whole.
The reaction was immediate.
His body convulsed. His mouth split open in a scream, not of pain, but of violent transformation.
