The King Of Warriors (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5569

"Ms. Dusko, do not twist facts," Enaricus barked, forcing a scoff he hoped sounded confident. "For all we know, it was you who summoned them."

His denial echoed thinly, already fraying at the edges.

Percival brushed imaginary dust from his velvet cuff. "Onneas, be sensible. Step aside. Let Enaricus inspect the palace in peace."

The words, delivered with elegant cruelty, left Enaricus sweating beneath his collar—the prince's casual betrayal had dragged him onto center stage.

"Interfere with our internal affairs, and you kindle war between our halls," Onneas warned, every syllable edged with holy fire. She knew full well the prince had not journeyed here on a whim.

The grand elder advanced one measured pace. Power billowed from him—an invisible mountain that crushed air from lungs and courage from hearts. Celestial Guards behind Onneas bent at the knee, gasping beneath the unspoken threat.

"Little girl," he growled, his words rimed with frost, "show respect while you still breathe. We will enter this palace today. Stand down, or accept the consequences written in blood."

The verdict in his tone left no room for negotiation.

Onneas clenched her jaw until pain spiked through her temples. The pressure made her limbs tremble, yet her stare remained immovable. "You pass only over my dead body."

Within her chest, she repeated the vow again and again. This battle directly affects the palace's honor and future. I will not retreat.

The grand elder's smile never touched his eyes. "Then we have no choice but to take action."

A spark of killing intent flickered behind his lashes, dark and absolute.

"Hold." Percival lifted one gloved hand. "Grand Elder, leave the Fourth Hall Lord to me. A single duel will suffice, and after her defeat, I will take whatever spoils are owed a victor."

He glanced sideways at Enaricus with venomous courtesy. "You do not mind, do you? I have yet to experience a contest against a celestial woman."

Enaricus' cheeks twitched. He forced a brittle nod. "If that pleases Prince Percival—by all means."

The trap had snapped shut. Any further protest would only tighten the noose Enaricus himself had braided from greed and treachery.

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