Seraphina raised the scepter toward the night sky. Her voice trembled at first, but soon turned into a roar filled with faith and fury.

"Lord of eternal dreams…

You who walk between wakefulness and nightmare…

You who are desire, shadow, and truth…

Grant me your strength.

Make the false prophets fall.

Shatter their lies.

Let your name burn upon the damned."

The air tensed, vibrating with an unbearable hum. Her eyes turned golden, glowing like two suns ready to explode. A shining silver halo wrapped around her body, and Jax's power descended upon her like a storm.

Then, the sky opened.

Dozens of swords made of light and shadow formed among the clouds, falling one after another like lightning, crashing against the courtyard, the walls, and the lines of soldiers and priests.

The roar was apocalyptic.

The towers of the governor's mansion collapsed. Lumina's walls cracked like fragile clay. The ground split in lines of fire and dust.

The ocean priests panicked, raising their tridents and crying out to their god. Columns of water rose, liquid walls trying to stop the rain of swords. The clash was so brutal the city itself trembled as if an earthquake tore through its guts.

Dust covered everything. The destruction tore through the city, buildings collapsed, the sound of ruin deafening.

But when the smoke cleared…

Everyone was still alive.

Wounded, panting, drenched in sweat and blood, but no one had died. The priests, barely standing, started laughing.

"That was it?" one spat, his face smeared with dirt.

"That's the power of your fake dream god?" another cackled, raising his still-vibrating trident.

"You promised us extermination, little girl. Where is it? Or maybe your god doesn't have the balls to keep his word?"

Their laughter echoed across the courtyard, sharp and cruel. Seraphina's eyes burned even brighter, full of rage and shame, her grip on the scepter so tight her knuckles turned white.

Inside the carriage, Jax smiled calmly, watching the show like it was all part of his game.

Among the mocking laughter, the fattest bishop stepped forward. His blue robe barely contained his gut, and his greasy fingers toyed with the trident as if it were a royal staff.

His eyes locked on Seraphina—not with devotion, but with a vulgar lust so obvious that several noblewomen turned away in disgust.

"Girl…" he said in a greasy voice, licking his lips. "You're strong, stronger than you look. Come with me. Be my assistant… I promise you riches, pleasure… and if you know how to please me, I might even name you my personal priestess."

The silence was absolute. His gaze crawled over Seraphina's body like he was stripping her naked with just his eyes.

The girl trembled with rage.

"Disgusting pig…!"

Before she could move, the Dark Guardian had already unsheathed his sword. He shot forward with brutal speed, so fast the soldiers only saw a black flash. His blade cut through the air straight at the bishop's neck.

But at the last second, a bluish barrier flared around the fat man. The blade bounced off with a metallic snap, making the air vibrate.

The bishop's eyes went wide. Cold sweat ran down his forehead.

"What… what kind of demon are you?!" he screamed, stumbling back. Then, barking the order: "Kill them! Kill them all!"

The soldiers charged in unison, throwing themselves at the Dark Guardian.

The field turned into a slaughterhouse.

Every slash of the guardian's blade split bodies in half. Arms flew through the air, heads were torn from necks with horrifying ease. Screams mixed with the clash of steel, and soon the ground was covered in guts and rivers of red.

But there were too many.

Spears pierced his armor, stabbing through his stomach. Arrows buried into his back, and even a trident skewered his shoulder. Yet he kept moving, cutting and tearing with every strike.

When the last soldier finally fell, the Dark Guardian staggered, barely holding himself up with his sword driven into the ground. His black armor was shattered, blood dripping from every crack, and his eyes, still fierce, were losing strength.

"No…!" Seraphina cried, running to him. She dropped to her knees beside him, holding his bloodied face. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks.

"You can't leave me! Please, don't leave me!"

She raised the scepter toward the sky, sobbing, screaming with everything she had:

"God of Dreams! Hear me! I beg you, help me! Save him! Don't take him from me too!"

Her voice shook the courtyard, filled with pain, desperation, and faith.

The fat bishop raised his hand, panting with excitement.

"Now! Kill them! Finish the bitch and her dog before they rise again!"

Seraphina clutched the guardian, praying desperately, while he barely breathed.

The priests' power grew, forming water spears that rose like pillars ready to come crashing down.

And then… the carriage opened.

A frozen silence swept across the courtyard.

From the shadows, a black boot stepped onto the stone floor with calm.

Step by step, Jax descended from the carriage.

There was no rush in his stride, no tension in his shoulders. His calm smile was more terrifying than any scream. His golden eyes glowed, piercing into the soul of every man present.

Murmurs spread among the soldiers and priests. Some backed away without realizing it, as if an unseen force pushed them down to their knees.

The fat bishop clenched his jaw, swallowing hard. But seeing everyone frozen, he gathered his courage and shouted with all the air in his lungs:

"And who the fuck are you?! You think walking out dressed like some glowing beggar is gonna scare us? You're just another fraud! The only power here is the ocean!"

He pointed at Jax with his trembling finger, though he tried to look firm.

"Arrogant brat! I am a bishop of the ocean god! And you are nothing! Do you hear me? Nothing! Bastard, crawl back into whatever hole you came from!"

His insults echoed across the place.

Jax stopped in the middle of the courtyard, just a few steps from Seraphina. He slowly turned his head toward the bishop, and for a second, no one breathed.

And then Jax laughed.

A deep, dark, delicious laugh. It wasn't joy—it was pure contempt. It rolled across the walls like the heavens themselves were mocking them.

The bishop blinked, confusion mixing with a shiver down his spine.

But Jax said nothing else. He just kept laughing, staring at him with those golden eyes that stripped him bare, as if his fate had already been sealed.

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