Help Jack
The masked figure, shrouded in mystery, unleashed an overwhelming force, a pressure so palpable that Jack struggled to comprehend its magnitude.
As beads of sweat formed on his forehead, he mumbled, "I thought he had a metal ability, then what on earth is this?" His voice, barely audible, conveyed a sense of confusion and growing unease.
In the realm of his unique constitution, pain eluded Jack, but a disconcerting realization dawned upon him. The power before him was a formidable adversary, capable of breaching the invincibility he had long assumed. Should it exceed his own capabilities, or prove too much to bear, Jack understood that pain would become an unwelcome companion.
The masked antagonist, an imposing silhouette, advanced deliberately towards Jack. A brown aura enveloped him, its undulating waves reminiscent of flickering flames with each calculated step. The atmosphere crackled with tension, the air thick with an impending clash.