The Harem.

Jack groaned as he pushed himself up from the ground, brushing away the dust clinging to his clothes. The crater behind him was a testament to the power he had unleashed moments earlier. His body ached, but nothing he couldn't handle.

From the edge of the crater, Clark's familiar voice rang out. "Still in one piece, Doc?"

Jack glanced up, smirking despite his exhaustion. "You sound disappointed, Clark."

Clark chuckled, leaning casually against a pile of rubble. "Disappointed? Nah. Just surprised you didn't manage to bury yourself under all that."

"Funny," Jack shot back, climbing out of the pit with a single, effortless jump. "But I'll save the comedy routine for later."

Amelia stood nearby, her crimson eyes scanning him critically. "You're lucky you're tough, Jack," she said, her tone a mix of scolding and concern. "Most people wouldn't walk away from something like that."