Seraphina raised the scepter toward the night sky. Her voice trembled at first, but soon turned into a roar filled with faith and fury.
"Lord of eternal dreams…
You who walk between wakefulness and nightmare…
You who are desire, shadow, and truth…
Grant me your strength.
Make the false prophets fall.
Shatter their lies.
Let your name burn upon the damned."
The air tensed, vibrating with an unbearable hum. Her eyes turned golden, glowing like two suns ready to explode. A shining silver halo wrapped around her body, and Jax's power descended upon her like a storm.
Then, the sky opened.
Dozens of swords made of light and shadow formed among the clouds, falling one after another like lightning, crashing against the courtyard, the walls, and the lines of soldiers and priests.
The roar was apocalyptic.
The towers of the governor's mansion collapsed. Lumina's walls cracked like fragile clay. The ground split in lines of fire and dust.
