Fifteen days had passed.
Fifteen days in which Jax hadn't moved a single inch from his place in the sky.
Suspended like a living statue, wrapped in that steady, calm blue aura, he looked like a god watching the world from above.
Below him, Jax's women stared at him day and night, never daring to look away.
"What's wrong with him…?" Lira whispered, hands pressed to her chest. "Why won't he wake up?"
"I don't know," Naya replied, biting her lip. "But I can feel he's still alive… his aura is stable. He's just… somewhere we can't reach."
Zela swallowed, frustration in her voice. "Two weeks already. What if he never comes back?"
"Don't say that!" Rina shouted, eyes wet with tears. "He will come back. He has to."
