No. No, no, no—
Arthur closed his fist.
Jax's organs gave up simultaneously under impossible pressure. Heart, lungs, liver, kidneys—all compressed beyond their capacity to function.
Death came without pain, without understanding, without dignity.
Arthur didn't bother with torture or extended suffering. He had neither time nor inclination for such a thing.
"Awaken," Arthur spoke, activating his primordial summoning talent.
Time for a new summon.
A dark portal materialised beneath Jax's corpse, shadows reaching up like hungry fingers. The body was consumed completely, drawn into dimensional space where his primordial talent worked its impossible magic.
Seconds later, the portal regurgitated its passenger. Jax emerged exactly as he had been—same face, same body, same memories. But his eyes now held absolute loyalty where arrogance once lived.
The reborn soldier immediately dropped to one knee, his head bowed in submission.
