Cleenah's jaw dropped.
The horror in front of her wasn't a battlefield. It was a butcher's display. The dark mage woman had been sliced apart like meat on a cutting board.
But it wasn't just brutal. It was deliberate. Precise. Every cut calculated to inflict maximum carnage with minimum effort.
And from behind the remains, completely unbothered by the fatality he had just created, Jax walked forward. Two swords in his hands. Blood dripping from both blades.
He wasn't looking at the body. Wasn't acknowledging the kill. His eyes were fixed ahead with the kind of emptiness that made even the surrounding darkness feel warmer by comparison.
He looked more demonic than Lilith herself. Not in power. Not in aura. But in the face he carried.
A demon in the body of a human. That's what people called him. That's what the rumors had always told her.
But now she was seeing it with her own eyes.
Her voice came out broken. "What have you done, Professor?"
