The King Of Warriors (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5698

In a flash, Jared understood. The chains and the demonic aura have poisoned his mind.

This entire fourth level was nothing but a snare—one that magnified every dark impulse and baited intruders with mirages of treasure.

Coall's heart was uncomplicated, leaving an easy doorway for madness to slip inside.

Jared could not land a killing blow on Coall. He was forced into a dogged, stumbling defense.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Coall's fists crashed down like meteors; every strike shook the stone floor as though mountains cracked in two.

Jared weaved through the onslaught, sword in hand. Steel screamed against flesh, sparks and ringing metal filling the air.

The collision rattled his bones. Warm blood seeped from the split web of his palm.

Stopping him without hurting him is easy to promise, hell to perform.

Jared retreated, step after pressured step.

"Mr. Chance, at this rate, we'll be crushed. We have to wake him," Cyanna shouted, voice almost lost beneath the clangor.

She strummed the Azure Dragon's Chant—ethereal notes meant to soothe—but the melody struck Coall's shrouding fumes and ricocheted away like pebbles off iron.

"I know," Jared gritted out.

Parrying another hammer-blow, he let his eyes track every coil of burning chain that bound the giant man.

Those chains—wreathed in black fire—were the heart of it all. They did not merely restrain; they pumped fresh darkness straight into Coall's veins.

"Cut the chains first, or nothing ends," he decided.

Jared's gaze sharpened. He summoned every flicker of sword intent until his own silhouette became a drawn blade—cold, bright, uncompromising.

"Slash!"

A thread-thin arc of light, keen enough to divide night from day, lanced toward the burning fetters rather than the man they bound.

Snap!

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