Right now both Jax and Sianna were exhausted, dizzy, and sleeping not so peacefully on a pile of things that should not be used as a bed.
The past twenty-four hours had gone wilder than the dire beasts roaming the area. Jax had humbled every single creature that dared to interrupt his farming session.
He carved fear into the eyes of the very beasts that were supposed to be the apex predators of this territory. And those who still thought of Jax as beneath them ended up becoming his carpet. His mattress. His furniture.
A dire Griffin. A dire Behemoth. A Hydra. And many more oversized nightmares were now laid across the ground with a few of their limbs missing. And on top of this soft pile of defeated monsters stood the evidence of how Jax and Sianna had spent the last day and night. Continuously. Relentlessly. On top of a mountain of bodies that would make people piss themselves just from looking.
