The sanctuary settled around him once more with a familiar hush, its wards humming softly as if nothing had disturbed them at all.
Jax rose from where he stood near the central platform, golden eyes flicking briefly toward the translucent barriers. The sky beyond had deepened into rich twilight.
"Sundown," he murmured. "Perfect timing."
He could still feel the faint echo of divinity clinging to him, a residual pressure that hadn't fully dispersed yet from his journey into the Divine Realm.
Jax exhaled slowly and rolled his shoulders, letting the echo fade. His attention returned to the sanctuary itself. Even now, Ashanti's presence lingered everywhere, traces of compressed mana woven into the stone, the water and even the air.
~CLICK~CLICK~CLICK!~
"You're here," Jax said, turning around and spotting Ashanti who returned in a new outfit.
Gone was the ceremonial attire, no layered silks, no restrictive wraps meant to minimize movement.
