Several spatial layers away, Jacob watched Immortal Nimrod and Destin Saint exchange words in silence.
His skeletal body was being dragged toward the black hole, and every attempt to resist the pull only worsened the damage to his already fractured bones.
The Infinity Blood circulating through his skeletal structure had been halved and had grown sluggish. But his Cursed Heart continued to pulse, and its familiar rhythm seemed steady despite the surrounding catastrophe.
His eyes remained fixed on the colorless dagger.
'Destin Saint...'
Jacob hated to admit it, but he knew Destin Saint had successfully cornered Immortal Nimrod and proven himself to be far more dangerous than any other existence he had ever come into contact with, with the only exception of Immortika!
Even before this catastrophe began, he suspected Destin Saint was waiting in the shadows for the perfect moment to strike.
