The King Of Warriors (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5567

At Level Eight, in the Celestial-King Palace, Onneas—overlord of the Fourth Hall—paced beneath crystal vaulting that glittered like cages of starlight. Every measured step echoed her determination to find a way to pull Jared back from peril.

Isabel burst through the chamber doors, breath quick, fists tight around her skirts. "Ms. Dusko, Enaricus has arrived with a full escort. They're already standing at the main gate. Shall I allow them inside?"

"What does he want?" Onneas asked, her voice colder than the polished marble underfoot.

A faint line carved itself between her brows.

Enaricus possessed his own lavish pavilion. Since the Celestial King had departed for level nine, entrusting the palace to Onneas, no other lord was free to wander these halls. For Enaricus to show up now—escorted and unannounced—could only herald trouble.

Isabel wet her lips, then added, "He claims he's here to discuss urgent matters with you."

"Very well. Come—let's meet him." Onneas turned on her heel, gathering Isabel and a handful of Celestial Guards.

Steel boots struck in unison as the small party swept toward the palace gate.

Beyond the threshold, Enaricus waited, flanked by dozens of his disciples and armored guards. Their collective swagger pressed against the air like a storm front.

Enaricus' face was a mask of shadowed greed, eyes calculating. Behind him, every follower wore the same smug certainty, as though victory were already signed and sealed.

"Enaricus, you arrive with an army here. State your purpose." Onneas' words cut clean and sharp.

Her spine stayed straight, her gaze unwavering—unyielding even before the wall of bodies that outnumbered her own.

Enaricus stepped forward, his stare like a torch boring through her armor. "Ms. Dusko, rumor says you recently led guards to level six without authorization and returned with many of them wounded. Is that true?"

His tone presumed guilt, as if he had already pried the secret from her soul.

Onneas' heartbeat slowed. He came prepared—searching for a spark to ignite. But her voice remained even.

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