His laughter was deep, rumbling from his chest like shifting rock. It carried through the open street, bouncing off the ruined buildings around them, lingering in the stale air.
Then—
It stopped.
Like a switch had flipped, his grin vanished. His broad chest rose and fell with a slow, deliberate breath. His muscles twitched, thick veins pulsing beneath his skin. It wasn't the full transformation they had seen before, but it was enough to show his patience was thinning.
"You really don't know when to shut up, do you?" His voice had changed. No amusement, no mockery—just a razor-sharp edge.
Jin didn't answer. He just rolled his shoulders, exhaling through his nose.
The two men flanking him didn't move, but there was something unnerving about how still they were.
Like they already knew how this would end.
He flexed his fingers, letting out a slow breath. Then he cracked his knuckles, stretching his neck from side to side.
