All the wind stopped. Tension was at its highest.
It was Greg—the man tasked with killing Jamie.
The same Jamie he had once protected.
But now, Jamie was something else—completely transformed, dangerously beyond human.
He stood upright like a man who still had control of his senses, but that was only the illusion the form gave him.
"Jamie! What happened to you!"
Bray shouted from the stands, his voice cracking through the chaos and drawing the attention of the VIP section.
The young man he'd once seen as a brother had turned into a demon,and not the kind that ever played hero in the games of the living world.
"Is that their friend?"
The goddess asked, though she clearly already knew. Her tone was theatrical, almost playful.
"Yes," Castor replied dryly. "Things just got more interesting for him."
After all, Jamie was from his Midgard—it was his duty to answer.
