Jax remained seated upon his throne long after the last traces of Kayle's divine presence had vanished from his senses.
The vast chamber stretched around him in absolute silence — obsidian pillars rising like frozen shadows, layered sigil arrays drifting faintly along the vaulted ceiling, distant ambient mana currents whispering through the structure like slow breathing.
But his mind was anything but still as he remained thinking about what Kayle said. What she said intrigued him, and so did her actions.
Coming into the Demon Kingdom, especially the Capital, even depowered, was a risky decision, and she did that. All she did was measure him and his response to her actions.
Jax's golden eyes dimmed into contemplative focus. She wanted the war to end, yet not through victory. She wanted change that would persist beyond conflict.
