[Half an hour earlier]
Jax was dashing his way toward the prison tower that the hypnotized guard had guided him to. He spotted the place from a distance and the noises coming from it, the flashes of attack magic lighting up the windows, and the shattered glass raining down from upper floors all confirmed he was heading to the right location.
But before he could march his way in, a figure stepped into his path and that alone was enough to make him slow down.
A gorgeous beauty wearing light armor that fitted her curves so perfectly it looked custom-forged for the sole purpose of making combat look unfair to everyone else in the room.
She wore no helmet, which told him her race immediately — she was an elf, with the kind of face that belonged to a woman in her mid-twenties, though trying to guess an elf's true age was a completely pointless game.
Their race was blessed with an immortal and unchanging youth that could easily hide centuries of life behind flawless skin.
