His eyes narrowed with determination.
"I can give you one chance."
Evan turned to him, his jaw tightening as he considered the risk. The two of them were beaten, battered, almost empty—but there was one last card left to play.
Evan took a deep breath, steadying his legs, centering himself.
And then, without hesitation, he nodded.
Not slowly, not uncertainly—but with resolve.
"Then do it," Evan said. "Create that opening."
His voice gained strength as he spoke the next words, like a man remembering who he was.
"I'll take it from there."
Jonathan looked at him.
Evan lifted his chin, his expression turning hard.
"I'll use my B-Ranked Skill. Everything I've got left."
He exhaled, and his next words came out like a war drum.
"I'll send Jake straight to hell."
Jonathan gave Evan a small nod, firm and silent—the kind of nod that didn't need words. It was the unspoken trust between warriors. He understood the plan. He knew the risk. And he was ready to execute it.
