The King Of Warriors (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5700

"H-How did you find my spatial node?"

The Veil Dragon cultivator—once so certain of victory—stared at Jared as if beholding a ghost.

"Your grasp of space is still a child's game," Jared said, the Dragonslayer Sword hovering a breath from the boy's brow. "So, shall we talk—or will you follow that Demon Dragon Soul into oblivion?"

Sword intent and the pure golden dragon aura rolling off Jared quenched the boy's arrogance in a single breath, leaving only tremors of fear across his pallid face.

He could sense that Jared had returned remade, each breath thrumming with a weight that pulled the timbers of the cell toward him like iron filings. That pressure, half raw power and half ancestral dragon blood, shattered every scrap of bravado in the Veil Dragon cultivator who called himself Thousand Faces. Shivering, Thousand Faces lowered his head and began to speak.

He said the Demon Seal Tower held nine tiers. The lowest three were no more than prison blocks for common Draconians and lesser hybrid breeds whose crimes were petty compared with what lay above.

The middle three levels were harsher. There, the tower caged rare bloodlines, older wyrms of formidable talent, and changelings like himself who could mimic any scale or skin.

The upper three levels were legend wrapped in iron. Even Thousand Faces knew little beyond rumor. Those floors were reserved for ancients who had insulted primordial sages, for Draconians drenched in millennia of karmic debt, even for those who committed the greatest sins.

According to him, the sudden violence of the tower's restraints came from above. Something old had stirred on those forbidden tiers and was now siphoning strength from every captive below. Its goal was simple and terrifying—to batter the final seal and break into the world beyond the tower walls.

"Break the seal?" Jared whispered, tasting the words like ash.

He tightened his brow. "If it succeeds—what happens?"

"I do not know," Thousand Faces admitted, voice thin as reeds.

Fear flickered behind his eyes. "But disaster is certain. Nothing harmless lives on those top floors, and the way it drains us now is destructive in itself."

A chill crawled along Jared's spine. The crisis was larger than one rescue.

He still had to free Cyanna and Coall. Yet he must also stop the waking monster upstairs, or, if it broke free, the consequences would be unthinkable.

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