The last of the ancient runes settled into place, their golden light seeping into the very fabric of the Witch Dimension and fading from sight.
The failsafe was active, a silent, incorruptible guardian woven into the world's core. Jax stood on the precipice of the floating cliff, the restored landscape a breathtaking tapestry of life and light spread out beneath him.
The air was crisp, thick with the pure, untainted mana of a world finally healing. Jax's work was done.
He didn't move for a long moment, simply standing there, his presence a silent, commanding force against the backdrop of the endless, star-strewn sky. The sheer scale of what he had accomplished was monumental.
With a final, deep breath of the revitalized air, he vanished.
He reappeared in the Star Sanctuary, appearing in one of the other rooms. Cosmic light now shone inside the room with a brilliance and vibrancy he had only ever seen in Willow's eyes.
