Just as every eye was drawn toward the oppressive pressure crashing down from above, something even more shocking happened—Max's severed body, which had fallen toward the earth in two lifeless halves, suddenly flared with brilliant purple lightning.
The crackling energy wrapped around his torn form in an instant, warping and distorting it before the entire body shimmered like a mirage—and then vanished. Gone. As though it had never existed at all.
But no one needed to ask what had happened. They could all feel it—like a pulse of divine will echoing through the sky.
Far, far above them, high in the heavens where clouds had split apart under invisible force, stood Max—whole, alive, and cloaked in an aura that felt nothing like before.
