"You're just another fancy freak with a god complex!!"
Jorghan, turning his head slowly, red eyes gleaming under his hood of smoke
"You humans… always talk before you die. It's like a ritual of stupidity."
Carrow grumbled. "Ha! You think words scare me, boy? I've killed beasts twice your size before breakfast. You're just another target on my scope."
Jorghan steps forward, unbothered as bullets whiz past and bounce off his mana field.
"Scope? You rely on toys. That's the problem with your kind—you build weapons because you have no power within."
Major growls, moving to the side. "Power's what you make, not what you're born with. That's the difference between men and monsters."
Jorghan grinned faintly, voice low and dangerous.
"And yet the monsters live longer."
Carrow fires—a direct hit.
Jorghan vanishes from sight, the cannon beam passing through a crimson mirage. Suddenly, Carrow feels a presence from behind, the air trembling with mana.
