Jack's hands clenched into fists as he took a slow step back, his mind racing. He had no more than three strong fighters on his side, and now they were standing face to face with a three-tailed Gorvak—something they had never encountered before. In this dimly lit cavern filled with the remnants of their past suffering, a new battle was about to begin.
His heart pounded as he assessed the situation. How are we supposed to fight this thing?
Jack had never been a frontline fighter. His strength wasn't in brute force or elemental power. His ability was unique—it allowed him to suppress the abilities of others, but that was useless here. Gorvaks didn't rely on special abilities. They were monsters, pure and simple, built for carnage.
