Declaring War.

The battlefield was silent.

The air, once thick with the oppressive presence of the Level-1500 villain, now crackled with an entirely different energy—Jack's energy.

No one had expected it.

No one had even imagined it.

Yet, in the blink of an eye, half of the villain's face was gone.

The powerful being who had just emerged from the earth's depths—someone that even Katrina had instinctively stepped back from—had been wounded.

And the one who did it?

Jack Williams.

Standing atop a crumbling skyscraper, the wind whipping his coat around him, he held his weapon steady. A sleek, futuristic cannon, glowing ominously with a blend of Aether and nuclear energy, still humming from the devastating blast.

The aftermath of the shot was catastrophic.

A deep, burning crater had replaced half of the villain's once-proud face. Blackened flesh smoldered, refusing to regenerate as quickly as it should have.