The King Of Warriors (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5681

When the glare and soot finally thinned, those still alive risked a glance toward the ruined heart of the battlefield—and choked on despair.

The colossal hand that blotted out the heavens still hovered above the crater.

Jared's peerless strike had carved a deep fissure through the palm. Dark vapors hissed from the wound, yet the hand—blurred, translucent, wounded—remained intact, radiating slaughter.

At the bottom of the newly-born crater, Jared knelt on one knee, exactly where he had once stood tall.

His robes were nothing but rags. Crosshatched wounds crisscrossed his frame so deeply bone flashed white beneath blood. He looked like shattered porcelain glued together by sheer will.

The Dragonslayer Sword, once ablaze with draconic light, now stood planted beside him like a grave marker. Its glow had dimmed to a dying ember, its dragon-song a rasp one could barely hear.

With every ragged cough, Jared expelled fresh blood—and pieces of his own organs. His breath came thin, flickering, precarious, as though the lamp of his life had run out of oil.

That last swing had gathered every shred of his strength, and more. All it had done was injure one casual strike from the Soul Devourer—it could not smash him.

The gulf between their realms was too vast, so vast it smothered even the thought of hope.

Hovering above, the Soul Devourer studied the figure in the pit—surprised, for a heartbeat, that a mere Human Immortal had survived.

"You are the first human immortal to take a blow from me and live," the fiend murmured, voice colder than permafrost. "Unfortunately, this is as far as you go."

The mammoth spectral hand drifted lower once more—not fast, but with the lazy malice of a cat pinning a broken mouse. It intended to erase Jared and the crater both from creation.

At the pit's rim, Sylvia dragged her battered body upright. Blood and tears blurred together as she watched the crimson-stained silhouette below. No sound escaped her, yet her heart howled.

Wedged deep in a fractured wall, Neville twitched a single finger. Lifting an arm was beyond him. Fury and helplessness warred in his eyes, endless and raw.

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