Golden light covered the sky.
The particles that had formed the clone rose slowly, spinning like a storm of stars searching for their home.
Jax extended his hand, and the flow of light entered his body.
For a moment, his mind flooded with images, pain, and pride.
It was his other self — returning to its source.
Inside his consciousness, a familiar voice echoed, tired and mocking.
"Finally…" whispered the clone. "What took you so damn long?"
Jax smiled faintly.
"Sorry. I was busy."
"Yeah, sure," the clone replied dryly. "Fucking your wives could've waited, don't you think?"
A warm laugh escaped Jax.
"You're right. But I had my reasons."
And with those words, he shared a memory.
When the Ancient Kings appeared, Jax felt the shift.
The mountains trembled, the air grew heavy, and the magical forest that hid him whispered warnings.
Without wasting a second, he took off — soaring across the ocean that stretched beyond the horizon.
The sea roared beneath his feet.
