The echo of Jax's laughter still lingered in the air.
Golden flames continued to burn across the horizon, painting the sky with an infernal glow.
Jax's clone slowly spread his arms, basking in the silence that followed his massacre.
"Today…" he said, his voice filling every corner of the battlefield, "…today I'll conquer this entire continent."
His eyes glowed with a mix of madness and divinity.
"I'll erase your filthy plagues, your rotten kings, your false gods. Today, this world will remember who I am."
The body of King Charles III, still kneeling, was lifted by an invisible force.
Jax's hands closed midair as if squeezing an invisible throat. Charles floated upward, his feet twitching in desperation.
His body began to glow with an electric-blue light.
"Stop… Jax… please…" he croaked, his voice broken.
But Jax only stared at him with a crooked smile, his eyes burning like twin crimson suns.
The blue light grew brighter.
