Thirty minutes.
That's all it took to turn a royal palace into a pile of rubble.
Well what used to be grand halls and fancy pillars was now just broken rocks and dust. The whole place looked like someone had dropped a mountain on it and then kicked the remains for fun.
And in the middle of this mess stood Jax.
He was bleeding from at least five different places. His breathing was heavy. Every muscle in his body screamed in pain.
But he was smiling.
That crazy, manic smile of someone who was having the time of his life.
'Fuck, this hurts. But damn if it doesn't feel good to finally feel something.'
Behind him, Sylvie had given up standing. She sat on a broken piece of wall, her body completely drained.
She had fought before getting captured, fought during captivity, and now this. Her mana core was empty. Not just empty. Broken empty. The flow was so messed up she could barely feel her own magic anymore.
