After bathing with Serika, Jax tucked her back in bed to sleep for the rest of the morning while he headed out of the chamber to move throughout the Witch Dimension.
Unlike the structured rhythm of the Demon Capital, mornings here unfolded slowly, naturally, as though the entire world woke at its own pace.
Soft golden light spilled through endless canopies of shimmering leaves overhead.
The artificial stars that had illuminated the heavens through the night slowly dimmed into faint traces of silver hidden behind drifting clouds, while the first warmth of dawn settled peacefully across the dimension.
"Hah," Jax took a deep breath, inhaling that fresh air that gently moved through the flourishing fields that were as far as the eye could see.
Looking around, flower petals drifted lazily across stone pathways. Crystal-clear rivers shimmered beneath elegant white bridges, carrying glowing fish through waters so clear they reflected the sky like polished glass.
