The air was thick with dust and blood.
The stranger was gasping for breath, his kendo blade trembling in his hands. Every time he raised his weapon, Jax was already there—
a golden blur striking from impossible angles.
"Enough!" the visitor roared, trying to retreat.
But the entire world seemed to close in around him.
Every blow from Jax was faster, heavier, deadlier.
His fists glowed with golden light, the echo of millions of prayers resonating through each strike.
The stranger staggered, coughing blood. His eyes revealed something he had never felt before.
Fear.
He tried to flee, bending reality itself as he had done so many times before.
His body vanished in a blink, moving across miles in an instant—
But when he arrived... Jax was already there.
The Dream World activated without warning.
Clouds rolled in, wrapping the scene in a ghostly veil.
Shadows. Whispers. Illusions.
Reality itself twisted into spiraling nightmares.
