Jupiter Meteor

Ambrose's expression fell, and his interface mysteriously disappeared, leaving his arm dangling in the air.

The feeling was heavy and suffocating.

This was the feeling of being a slave trapped inside an invisible prison.

Mars put the medallion around his neck and caressed its smooth surface, which also had a symbol of a black heart.

"This is a treasure I found a while back." He whispered. "It holds dark magic that allows me to bind people to me. If you try to escape from me, the black heart will send your right back to me."

"Fuck..." Ambrose jumped over the bar counter, picked up a bottle of whiskey, flicked the cork across the room, and took a long swig.

The bottle of whiskey emptied rapidly, and when he was done, there was only a drop left at the bottom.

"Ugh..." Ambrose grimaced, feeling a burning sensation on his throat.