The inside of the temple blazed with incandescent light.Jax, seated at the center of the altar, wrapped his body in a cocoon of golden energy that pulsed like a living heart.The air trembled; the columns shook; the very walls bent with each surge.
Around him, reality itself seemed to twist — like the chrysalis of a butterfly waiting to spread its wings.
Inside the cocoon, the God of Dreams writhed.His body was fighting itself. Veins bulged, muscles spasmed, and his breathing grew ragged.The divine power he had absorbed from the God of Death was not merging with him… it was invading him.
It was a celestial parasite — a holy fire trying to purge the flesh it did not belong to.Before, there had been balance: divinity flowing alongside mana, dancing in harmony.But now… now the excess was tearing him apart from within.
