Jax stopped laughing. His smile vanished in an instant, and his face turned cold, ice-cold, as if no trace of emotion had ever existed in him. He slowly turned his head toward the fat bishop.

"You… disgust me."

The silence was total. Jax's voice was low, calm, but carried a force that cut through the soul like burning knives.

He took a step forward, and his golden eyes shone like two ignited blades.

"Fourteen days ago… you strangled a servant girl who tried to escape your chambers. You thought no one would ever know."

The bishop trembled. His sweaty face twisted into a panicked grimace.

"Three months ago… you bought a boy from the docks. You broke him until he couldn't even cry anymore. You tossed his body into the sea when you were done."

Murmurs began to rise among the crowd. Some voices cracked with pain.

"Last year… you promised protection to ten families. You took their money, their daughters… and when they begged for mercy, you fed them to your priests as playthings."

A heart-wrenching scream erupted from the crowd. A woman fell to her knees, crying, hitting the ground with her hands.

"That was my husband!"

"Those were my children!" shouted another, eyes red with rage.

Dozens of voices rose, all filled with hatred, pain, and fury.

"Monster!"

"Murderer!"

"Pig!"

The bishop backed away, his belly trembling with each step, eyes bulging.

"Silence!" he roared, raising his trident, but no one listened. The people shouted louder, cursing, spitting, throwing stones.

Jax raised his hand and silence returned like a heavy cloak. His voice cut the air with terrifying calm.

"The punishment you deserve… is so heavy that not even hell itself could carry it."

The bishop began to stammer, begging.

"No… please… I am a servant of the ocean! I have divine power! Forgive me! Have mercy! Mercy!"

His body started to inflate. First his hands, then his neck, then his entire torso. Flesh and fat expanded like a balloon about to burst.

"No… no, please! I can repent! I'll repent! I'll—"

A dull explosion interrupted his pleading. His body exploded in a rain of blood and flesh, soaking the nearby priests. The echo of the blast shook everyone present.

But it didn't end there.

From the remains, a blackish thread emerged, writhing in the air. The bishop's trapped soul, glowing with a pale light, tried to escape.

Jax closed his hand as if catching something invisible… and everyone saw how the spiritual essence was compressed between his fingers, struggling and screaming with voices that were not human.

Black flames began to sprout from his palm. They burned without smoke, without heat, but each spark made the soul scream in pain.

"Mercy! MERCYYYY!"

Jax didn't blink.

With a movement, he enclosed the soul inside a crystal sphere that materialized in his hand. Inside, the flames consumed it slowly.

"From now on… you will burn for eternity."

The sphere shone brightly, and the bishop's scream became an endless echo that chilled the blood of everyone present.

The entire courtyard fell to their knees, unable to meet the gaze of the man who had delivered a judgment worse than death itself.

Seraphina looked at him with tears, not of fear, but of absolute reverence.

The silence after the bishop's execution was deafening. No one dared move, no one dared breathe too loudly. The air was thick with the metallic stench of blood and Jax's suffocating presence.

He walked to the center of the courtyard, raising the crystal sphere containing the bishop's burning soul. The black flames glowed inside, illuminating the night like an infernal torch.

"Look at him," he said in a deep voice, each word striking like a hammer. "This… was your leader. A priest. A bishop of your so-called god of the ocean."

The sphere vibrated, and the bishop's spectral scream echoed in all directions, an endless cry of agony. The crowd shrank, covering their ears, trembling.

"Your god never stopped him. Your god never punished him. Your god fed on his sins, his filth, his corruption."

Jax lowered the sphere slowly, his golden eyes scanning every soul present.

"There is only one God. The God of Dreams. My will is his will. His judgment is mine."

The ground trembled. The ocean priests, still covered in blood and dust, fell to their knees, their tridents clanging against the stones.

One by one, the nobles, soldiers, and villagers bowed, pressing their foreheads against the ground. It was impossible to look at him directly; his presence weighed more than any mountain.

"Lord of Dreams! Forgive us!"

"Guide us, my God!"

"Take me as your servant!"

Even the surviving bishops, trembling and crying, prostrated themselves desperately, hitting the floor with their hands.

But Jax watched them in silence. Then he spoke, with icy venom in his voice.

"I hate hypocrites."

The silence shattered like glass. Everyone lifted their eyes in terror.

"Many of you… don't deserve to kneel in my presence."

Suddenly, the bodies of dozens of men and women began to tremble. Their stomachs swelled, veins crawling like black worms beneath their skin.

"No! No! Forgive me!"

"Please! I'll be loyal! I'll be... Plea... please"

The explosion was brutal. Flesh, bones, and blood erupted in all directions, soaking the ground. The air filled with inhuman screams as the torn souls were ripped from the bodies and dragged into the sphere in Jax's hand.

Inside the crystal, the chorus of wails became unbearable, like thousands of damned voices burning at once. Each scream was louder, more desperate, as if everyone had awakened in an eternal nightmare.

The survivors didn't dare move. They pressed their foreheads to the ground, some crying, some praying broken words, others simply fainting in horror.

No one dared look up. No one doubted which god ruled Lumina.

That day, a cult was born not by choice, but by terror. Everyone understood that the God of Dreams didn't just promise power… he delivered justice no other dared execute.

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