A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5424

The winged soul knelt before Soul Devourer, one knee striking stone. "Caiden Mcintyre reports," it rasped, voice edged with vengeance. "The ancestors of your so-called kingdom once chained me within this abyss. That debt is blood-deep. Grant me leave, and I will see their nation burned to dust beside you."

Surprise flickered across Soul Devourer's hollow gaze, quickly replaced by feral glee. "Caiden! My fiercest general lives yet." He spread both arms, cloak snapping in the wind. "With you at my side, I become a blade made sharper still."

He spun, voice booming over the abyss like a war-horn. "All demonic souls—scatter through level six. Hunt down every survivor. Any who resist, kill without mercy. Any who submit may live, but they live as my slaves."

"We obey!"

The answering cry—hundreds of thousands strong—shook the very clouds.

A moment later, the Demonic Soul Army surged outward like a black tide, overtopping the lip of the Netherworld Abyss and pouring toward the distant walls of Celestia City.

Wings beat toward the eastern mountains. Shadows spilled across the western plains. Dark specks peppered the southern seas. In the span of a breath, every corner of level six lay beneath a moving night.

Soul Devourer watched his army vanish into the murk. A cruel curve tugged at the corner of his mouth.

He glanced down at the Ritual Manual, fingers tightening greedily around its spine. "The manual offers far more than the release of spirits," he murmured. "Once this realm is mine, I will unearth every secret it hides. Let higher-dimensional lords come if they dare—I will face them all."

Behind him, Spathe joined Anepan, both elders bowing low, faces painted with flattery. "Brilliant, My Lord. With two hundred thousand demonic souls and countless Demonic Cultivators, level six will soon rest within your palm. You will stand alone—absolute ruler of all."

Soul Devourer offered no reply. He only lifted his chin toward the sky.

Jared caught him and pressed trembling fingers against the monarch's throat. The pulse fluttered so faintly he feared it had vanished altogether. Panic thundered through Jared's chest. He fumbled inside his cloak for a healing pill—only to close on an empty vial, its contents long spent in the earlier mêlée. What now? What now?

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