The Black Knight trembled. The very air seemed to twist around Jax, who observed him from his throne with a calmness that only made the scene more terrifying.
The Dream God's gaze pierced him like a spear. There was no visible wrath... and that frightened him even more.
As the High Priestess's personal guard, his duty lay with Seraphina. But facing the true God he served, there was no argument, no word that could justify his error. He had committed the unforgivable sin: suggesting that she flee.
And now, with the war over and the world being rebuilt, Jax had come to collect the debts.
The Black Knight dropped to his knees, the metal of his armor clashing against the temple's marble.
He did not beg. He only lowered his head and murmured:
"I will die for my sins... if that saves my mistress. Please, do not unleash your fury upon her."
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Until a burst of laughter echoed throughout the hall.
