It is said that everyone has their own kryptonite — a weakness powerful enough to bring them to their knees in an instant, even when they believe they stand at the highest level of power.
"No… it can't be… no… impossible!" Ross muttered to himself, laughing weakly, sounding like a madman locked in rehab for five years with nothing to show that he was getting better.
The memories burned.
Jaguar's fists.
His body being broken.
The merciless beating.
The pain ripped straight through his soul like freshly cut wounds that never had time to heal. The sting, the swelling, the storm of emotions crashing into him at once, like rain poured carelessly onto a body that was already shattered.
"Oh my… oh my…"
With a sympathetic grace, the Genki descended to the ground, lowering himself until he stood on the same level as his visitor.
Medussa's gaze sharpened.
[Snap out of it, Ross!]
The shout echoed violently inside his consciousness.
Nothing worked.
