The guards' jeers echoed off the wall, but Seraphina couldn't hold back her fury anymore. She gripped the scepter with both hands and a golden glow began to wrap around her. Slowly, Jax's power flowed into her like an unstoppable river filling every vein.
Her eyes burned. A single, clear idea rose in her mind, sharp and soaked in vengeance: swords. Dozens, hundreds of blades that would fall from the sky and pierce anyone who dared insult the God of Dreams.
Jax, reclined inside the carriage, smiled with dark amusement. He felt perfectly how she drank his power, how her rage shaped it into a weapon of annihilation.
"Interesting…" he murmured, voice low, watching the projection before him. "She wants to bathe them in steel and blood. Good disciple."
Without hesitation, Jax decided to grant her the flow she asked for.
Just as Seraphina raised the scepter, about to unleash the massacre, the guardian stepped forward and put himself between her and the soldiers.
