Smoke still covered the battlefield. Lightning crackled among the ruins, the golden wall was shattered, and the city burned beneath a rain of dust and fire.
A figure emerged from the mist, walking with heavy steps.
Jax's armor was broken in several places—his chest cracked, his shoulder plates barely hanging.
His divine aura, though faint, was still alive… burning with a ferocious intensity.
In front of him, floating calmly, the stranger observed him with a superior smile.
"Well…" he said arrogantly. "I'm surprised you survived that."
"You're a fine descendant… just far too arrogant."
His gaze hardened, his tone turning almost paternal.
"I should crush you for your own good… for believing you could stand against me. You're too naïve."
The air grew heavier. The ground trembled beneath the weight of his intent.
The foreigner raised his katana and took a flawless thrusting stance.
His voice thundered like a divine decree:
"World-Destroying Thrust!"
