Jack emerged from the golden portal, stepping back into the world, leaving the abyss behind him—or so it seemed.
The sky above was still as he had left it, tinged with the faintest glow of dawn. The cool wind brushed against his skin, starkly contrasting the oppressive, suffocating energy of the abyss. But while the place was no longer in his sights, it was now a part of him.
He turned his hands over, feeling the shift in the air around him. His divine energy still radiated its golden brilliance, but there was something else now, something deeper woven into the fabric of his power.
It was not simply a new form of magic. It was ancient, defying even the laws of divinity itself.
Jack closed his eyes and reached inward.
He felt it.
