Chapter 177: Chapter 177: The Voice of the Dream God
Silence ruled the battlefield.The emperors remained on their knees, motionless, their gazes lost in emptiness.No chains bound them, no force restrained them... yet none dared to move.
Not even to breathe too loudly.
The air itself felt heavier — as if the world feared breaking the stillness Jax had imposed simply by existing.Even the winds fell silent when he descended, walking upon the air until his feet touched the golden steps before his temple.
The ground — covered in fragments of gold and white dust, the remains of the God of Death’s avatar — shimmered beneath his steps.
Within the walls, the faithful watched in reverent awe.No one spoke.No one blinked.
Then Jax raised his hand, and the silence became sacred.
His voice spread through the entire land — deep, resonant, and vast — as if speaking directly to the soul of every being who heard him.
"All of you... my faithful, my children, my disciples..." he said."I have seen your fear. I have felt your pain. But what I have seen the most... is your determination."
His gaze moved across the walls, the temples, the thousands kneeling before him.
"When all seemed lost, when enemies surrounded our lands, when Death itself descended to test me... you stood your ground."
A warm, golden light surged from his body, flooding the heavens.
"You did not flee. You did not beg. You did not betray.And for that... I claim you as mine."
A murmur rippled through the crowd. Some wept, others trembled.The eight disciples of Jax, standing near the altar, pressed their hands to their chests, struggling to contain their tears.
Seraphina, the high priestess, lowered her head, her lips trembling as she whispered:
"Thank you, my lord... for not abandoning us, even when we doubted..."
Jax slowly turned to her, his gaze piercing straight into her soul.
"Seraphina," he said softly, yet his words carried power enough to bend the air."Even those who doubt — if they remain steadfast — deserve redemption."
The disciples looked at him in awe. One of them, Lyra, broke into sobs.
"My lord... I thought of running away... I confess... but something stopped me.Something inside me screamed to wait... that you would return..."
Jax gave a faint smile — almost human.
"What you felt... was my voice.Faith does not always come from certainty, but from instinct.From that spark that refuses to die even when the world collapses."
His words burned through the air like divine fire.Every follower fell to the ground, pressing their foreheads to the stone.
"The gods have watched this war.They saw emperors kneel before fear...and they saw you — mere mortals — stand against the impossible."
"For that... I shall make you a vow."
The heavens ignited with light.The temple shook, trembling with power drawn from the heart of the world itself.
"As long as my name endures...as long as a single believer speaks my words...this kingdom shall never fall."
The faithful cried out, voices breaking with emotion and devotion:
"Glory to the God of Dreams!""Glory to the eternal Jax!""Our lord protects us!"
Their voices merged with invisible drums — the heartbeat of a new era echoing from within their god.
Seraphina lifted her tear-streaked face.
"My lord... your voice... pierces my soul..."
Jax’s gaze softened slightly.
"Your soul belongs to me, Seraphina.As do the souls of all who believed even when the sun refused to shine."
His disciples knelt around him, foreheads touching the ground.
"For you, my lord!""For the God of Dreams!""For the eternal promise!"
Jax raised both hands, and golden energy — pure mana — erupted outward, covering the entire temple.Rays of light pierced the skies, and the mountains trembled.
Then his final words fell upon the world — solemn and absolute — heard even by the farthest gods:
"Fear belongs to the weak.Faith, to the brave.But power... power answers only to those who dare to dream."
The echo of his words rolled like divine thunder.The emperors, still kneeling, realized they had witnessed something far greater than a battle.They had witnessed the birth of a god.
Jax slowly lowered his hands, gazing upon his kneeling people.The golden aura around him pulsed like a living thing — as if the air itself breathed his power.
"Everything will be fine."
His voice resonated across the entire kingdom — calm, yet absolute.
He lifted both hands toward the sky once more.Light burst from his body, spreading outward like a living wave.
The ground trembled.The shattered walls began to move; fragments of gold rose into the air, reassembling like pieces guided by an invisible force.Cracks sealed themselves. Stones fused together under divine energy.
Houses reduced to dust rose again, one by one.Temples regained their splendor.Broken statues of Jax stood tall once more — higher, grander, perfect.
The process flowed so seamlessly it felt like watching time itself reverse.The ruined streets filled with life; rivers found their course again; flowers bloomed over the dried blood of battle.
The faithful stared with tearful eyes, unable to comprehend what they were witnessing.
"It’s a miracle!""Our god restored everything!""Glory to the God of Dreams!"
Their cries rose into a roar of faith.Thousands fell prostrate, weeping, laughing, praising.The eight disciples embraced through tears, while Seraphina collapsed to her knees, trembling.
"He... rebuilt the world..." she whispered. "Our lord... can rewrite reality itself..."
Jax gazed upon the result with a faint smile.Every corner of his realm now gleamed — pure, perfect, eternal.The wind carried his voice to every corner of the world:
"As long as I exist, nothing and no one shall destroy you again."
The faithful roared louder, their voices merging with the thunderous heartbeat of their god.
"Eternal glory to Jax!""Our god protects us!""The Dream lives on!"
And beyond the walls, past the radiant golden glow, the emperors watched in silence.The reflection of Jax’s power struck them like an invisible blow.
As they saw an entire kingdom rebuilt with a single gesture, they finally understood what they had faced.Fear consumed them.
One emperor muttered, voice trembling:
"We... defied a god."
Another fell to his knees, drenched in cold sweat.
"We made... the gravest mistake of our lives."
Jax looked at them from afar, saying nothing.Only his eyes — glowing like twin suns — reminded them that they still breathed solely because he allowed it.
And as the sun sank below the horizon, bathing the restored kingdom in gold,the name of the God of Dreams spread beyond the mountains, the oceans, and the skies.
A new era had begun.