Silence ruled the battlefield.The emperors remained on their knees, motionless, their gazes lost in emptiness.No chains bound them, no force restrained them… yet none dared to move.
Not even to breathe too loudly.
The air itself felt heavier — as if the world feared breaking the stillness Jax had imposed simply by existing.Even the winds fell silent when he descended, walking upon the air until his feet touched the golden steps before his temple.
The ground — covered in fragments of gold and white dust, the remains of the God of Death's avatar — shimmered beneath his steps.
Within the walls, the faithful watched in reverent awe.No one spoke.No one blinked.
Then Jax raised his hand, and the silence became sacred.
His voice spread through the entire land — deep, resonant, and vast — as if speaking directly to the soul of every being who heard him.
