The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the city in deep purples and fiery oranges, but Jax didn't notice. His heart was pounding, every beat louder than the last. The aftershock of the Ascension ritual was still rippling through his veins, like a wildfire tearing through dry
He wasn't the same anymore. Not just a regular guy grinding through life. Nah, he'd leveled up like in the games he used to rage-quit at. The powers surging inside him were raw, chaotic, but undeniably his now.
"Yo, you good?" Mel checked in, snapping him out of the haze. Her eyes glinted with a mix of curiosity and concern, the city lights reflecting in them like stars caught in glass.
"Never better," Jax forced a grin. But inside, the storm was far from over.
His phone buzzed a notification from the underground fighting app. The same one that brought him to the Ascension gate. His new powers meant new risks, new enemies. He wasn't just fighting for survival anymore; he was fighting for dominion.
"Looks like the real game begins now," Mel said, tapping her screen. "And guess what? The boss fights don't mess around."
Jax laughed, but there was no humor in it. The city around them felt like a giant chessboard, every move calculated and deadly. He flexed his fingers, feeling the power hum beneath his skin, ready to explode at a moment's notice.
"Let's show 'em what Bold means," he muttered.
As night swallowed the skyline, the duo stepped into the shadows, where legends were made… and broken.