Chapter 24 : The Devil Walks In
The bald man moved first.
He didn’t hesitate — just surged forward like a bullet with a machete, face snarling and veins pulsing. The others followed without thinking. A pack of blades and rage.
Dirga didn’t flinch.
He raised a hand.
Gravity bent.
In an instant, the air thickened around him. The space warped — a crushing pull erupting from the center of Dirga’s chest like an invisible star. The gang charged straight into a gravitational trap.
And that’s when Dirga realized it.
They were too light.
Compared to Sasa, these men weren’t opponents. They were feathers. Paper dolls.
Dirga could feel them in the pull — not as threats, but as weights in orbit. Their momentum collapsed. Their bodies jerked in midair, feet skidding, weapons flailing as they were dragged toward him.
Their eyes went wide.