The newcomer dropped Charles III like an old rag.
His body hit the ground with a dull thud — lifeless, powerless.
The stranger took a single, slow step… yet in the next instant, he was already standing in front of Jax.
No flash, no sound — just an impossible skip in space, as if he had folded reality itself.
"Who are you?" he asked calmly, his tone firm. "And what did you do to Charles that my healing won't work on him?"
Jax stared at him in silence for a few seconds. Then, his grin widened — mocking, almost playful.
"Why don't you make me tell you?" he replied, his voice dripping with provocation.
The newcomer said nothing.
He simply smiled.
And without warning — he threw a punch.
The movement was so slow it looked ridiculous. The fist drifted through the air, almost floating… yet something about that strike wasn't normal.
Jax tried to move — and realized he couldn't.
His body was bound to the fabric of space itself, chained by invisible threads that held him in place.
