Beads of blood burst from Jack's mouth as he clamped his arm on the wall he crashed into.
"Where did Jim get that power from?" His face tensed the moment he straightened and shifted his gaze forward.
Bone-crackling sounds echoed around his arms as his fist tightened.
Strings of wind drifted toward him and formed a ring around his wrist.
His chest heaved in rampaging beats, but he didn't fall.
He wiped the blood stuck to his lips with the thump of his left arm, then smiled.
"Jim," a loud voice echoed as he stopped a few meters away from Jim and the man whose torn arm moved frantically on the ground.
"If someone will do this, it shouldn't have been you," Jack said, his voice echoing with regret.
Beside Wang, Jim rolled the fifteen beads around his wrist, then turned toward Jack.
"Who said I ever wanted to be part of this garbage land?"
A joyous laughter burst out of Jim as he took slow steps toward Jack.
