"Look at you. You masquerade as a god, but beneath that stolen dark aura, you are nothing but fragile human waste. And your father was a coward who ran away after knowing that I was training to become stronger. I would have killed him and sliced him into pieces and hung them in front of my palace. He wasn't a match for me, and you… you could never truly match my strength.
You are just a pathetic human who stumbled into a power he doesn't deserve. You are nothing!"
The rain continued to pour, washing the dust from the ruined courtyard.
For a moment, Jake did not move.
He did not speak.
But the atmosphere in the plaza underwent a terrifying, instantaneous shift.
The oppressive, chaotic pressure of his aura suddenly vanished.
It wasn't that his power had faded; it was that his anger had become entirely focused, concentrated into an absolute zero of cold, murderous intent.
