The Spark That Won't Die
Jin squinted at the notification, blinking blood out of his eyes.
"...What?" he rasped.
Potential clash?
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
He glanced at Joon, who was now upright, his hands still shaking, his fingers sparking — but the electricity wouldn't die this time.
It just lingered.
Like it was waiting.
Like it was growing.
Joon coughed, wiped the blood off his mouth, and stared down at his hands.
He could feel it.
The pressure building.
The power underneath his skin.
Like he was standing on the edge of something.
Like he just needed to step over.
"I'm not done yet," he rasped, his eyes blazing, and he clenched his fists, the lightning rippling outward like a heartbeat.
Jin dragged himself upright, swallowed the blood, and tightened his grip on the staff.
He didn't understand what was happening.
But if Joon was still standing —
They still had a chance.