A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5461

Worse, the Soul Devouring Threads unraveled, fading like smoke before sunlight.

"W-What power is this?" Soul Devourer whispered, his bravado collapsing.

Dread poured through him. Only now did he grasp the abyss between them—an insurmountable gulf that crushed whatever hope he had left.

"Do you finally understand?" the Fire Spirit Lord asked, voice calm as falling ash. "Before me, you're nothing more than a clown leaping on a tiny stage."

With a motion as effortless as closing a book, the Fire Spirit Lord curled his right hand.

Bang!

The air cracked. The Soul Devouring Demon Sword, once the pride of the Soul Devourer, disintegrated on the spot. Ragged strands of midnight vapors spiraled upward, then vanished like smoke in a draft.

A furious backlash punched through the void. The Soul Devourer staggered, boots skidding across stone. A scarlet geyser burst from his lips—another sharp report, wet and brutal—as though his very core had been ruptured.

His knees nearly buckled. Ash-gray drained every trace of color from his face, leaving only the wide-eyed shimmer of terror and disbelief.

How could this be? A lord of souls reduced to such ruin—so quickly, so completely.

"No... impossible! I am the Soul Devourer—how could I lose? How could I ever lose?"

He shrieked, the words raw with panic, as if screaming them loud enough might conjure a different reality. Yet beneath that ragged howl lay the brittle knowledge that the fight was already over, and that knowledge gnawed at him worse than the wound.

"Blind stubbornness," the Fire Spirit Lord murmured, a sigh slipping between the words like tired wind through old pines.

He lifted his hand again. A ribbon of gold-white flame—a living comet—surged from his palm, caught the fleeing Soul Devourer, and wrapped him in a blazing cocoon.

"Ah!" The scream curdled in the heat. Black miasma boiled off his flesh. His once-towering frame shrank by the heartbeat, shrinking, crumbling, burning away until even the shadows abandoned him.

"No! I refuse to accept this. Do you hear me? I refuse!" His roar fractured, thinning into a helpless rattle no power could reverse.

At last, the golden inferno collapsed into a single ink-black orb. With casual indifference, the Fire Spirit Lord flicked his wrist, and the orb slipped into an emerald vial that appeared between his fingers, sealing shut with a muted chime.

Jared's own heart hammered against his ribs. I knew he was formidable, but this? This is a height I never even dreamed existed.

So... I really did underestimate the old master after all. His reach is miles deeper than I imagined.

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