Jax was about to lose.
For the second time in his entire life.
And it pissed him off more than anything.
'First time was from his fan. Now this crying simp with his dead army. What's next? Losing to a angry chicken?'
He was really pissed and blaming this stupid system to turn him to a loser.
Behind him, Roxana was shaking. Fear had taken over her completely. But Sylvie? She just sat there. Calm. Accepting. Like she had already made peace with dying.
In front of him stood an army of death. Undead soldiers. Mages. Beasts. All waiting to tear him apart.
Before Jax could even think of a plan, Harry screamed.
"I'LL RIP YOUR TONGUE OUT! FOR EVERYTHING YOU SAID ABOUT ERICA! FOR TAKING HER FROM ME! FOR LEAVING ME HERE WITHOUT HER FOR ALMOST ONE FUCKING YEAR!"
Then he did something stupid.
He charged. Right into his own army. Leading from the front like an idiot.
