Jax was inches away from those lips.
So close he could feel her breath.
So close he could taste victory.
And then—
BOOM.
The doors of the sanctum exploded open.
Two demons in Black Crown Legion armor held the massive doors apart.
And through them walked a figure.
A demon. Fifties, maybe. Face carved with authority and barely suppressed rage.
He walked slowly. Deliberately. Each step echoing through the sacred hall.
Jax's eyes drifted past him.
And his stomach dropped.
Outside the doors stood an army.
Not a squad. Not a battalion.
An entire fucking ARMY.
Demons of every kind. Black Crown Legion soldiers mixed with warriors wearing different insignias. Different colors. Different allegiances.
And one group—their armor gleaming with royal emblems, clearly belonged to someone far above mere generals.
'Well. This wedding just got interesting.'
Another duo entered.
A father and son, judging by the resemblance.
