True Martial Intent, Enlightenment 

In his rage-fueled state, Jonathan regained a sliver of clarity upon seeing Morty appear. He pulled back his punch, stopping it mid-air.

Morty, however, locked his dead-gray eyes on Jonathan like a predator eyeing its prey. His eyes glinted with a fierce, violent coldness devoid of his former gentle demeanor.

"Nudie!" Wheeler stood with his hands behind his back, looking incredibly relaxed. "This is the final feast I prepared for you. How's that for a surprise?"

As he spoke,...