A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5417

A thousand violent notes—war cries, clashing steel, shrieks, and inhuman roars—rose together, a deafening storm that swallowed the whole of level six. In that uproar, a brutal free-for-all cracked open its jaws.

The very first collision came when the tight phalanx of the Imperial Guard smashed into the ghostly vanguard of the Demonic Soul Army. Spears stabbed straight through the vaporous wraiths, meeting only chill fog that felt like mockery. Bone blades, however, pierced breastplates as though the metal were paper. One young guardsman thrust, missed, then felt a blade kiss his throat. He fell, clutching crimson, eyes wide with disbelief, and the wraiths fed on him before the blood cooled.

"Channel your power into the steel—souls hate soul-fire!" Rylan bellowed, his voice ripping through the chaos. Golden energy flared along his saber. One sweeping arc struck a wraith; the specter screamed, curled into smoke, and vanished. Soldiers copied him at once, sheathing every spear and sword in trembling light. Dark mist burned away, yet the wraiths kept coming—an endless tide slamming again and again against the staggering line.

Leonel swung his Blaze Sword, flames roaring from the crimson edge. Each broad strike birthed a rolling firestorm that swallowed dozens of souls at a time. Within the inferno, the wraiths writhed, then crumbled to drifting ash. "Now that's more like it!" Leonel laughed, heat and smoke curling around his grin. He vaulted high, bringing the burning blade down on a twin-axe soul general. Axes crossed, the general blocked, but the fire scorched its smoky body, drawing curls of black vapor. Leonel barely landed before fresh wraiths surged behind him, bone daggers stabbing for his unguarded back.

"Behind you!" Yuliana's warning cut through the air. She arrived in a blur, her sword trailing teal wind. A vortex of that light battered the daggers aside, shattering them to dust. Back to back, sword and flaming blade moved as one, carving a bloody ring amid the shadows. "Thanks," Leonel panted, wiping sweat and soot from his brow. "There are too many—we can't hold forever."

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