Jax stood alone in the vast trench, golden mana flowing around him in slow, deliberate currents. The collapse of the hidden dimension had finally ended.
The last fragments of silver light drifted upward before dissolving into the surrounding sea, leaving behind only the ancient ocean that had existed long before the artificial realm had ever been created.
Silence lingered and then the creature emerged once more after Jax's previous attack.
Entire cliffs split apart as its colossal frame pushed itself free from the shattered mountains Jax had driven it through. Chunks of obsidian armor fell away from its body as it moved.
The wounds inflicted moments earlier remained. With the creature's personal domain gone, there was no impossibly fast regeneration, no rewriting reality to heal, nothing to erase the damage that Jax had dealt with his attacks.
Blue blood drifted from dozens of deep gashes, staining the surrounding water with glowing streams of light.
