A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5708

That single mass of dragon's power weighed upon every member of the Skyfiend Sect like an ocean forged of stone. Spiritual energy locked in their veins, lungs shrank, and dread pooled thick as tar inside their chests.

"Mr. Chance! Mr. Chance has returned!"

"The Draconians are with him! So many of them!"

"We're saved! The Nethergate Sect is saved!"

Despair detonated into euphoria. Wounded disciples of the Nethergate Sect wept, laughed, and clutched one another as sunlight of hope broke through their terror.

Rowena—bloody, shaking, braced against her silver spear—felt tears flood her vision. She nearly collapsed from relief, yet forced trembling knees to hold so she could cry out, "Mr. Chance, you finally came back!"

Jared's gaze swept the torn earth—bodies of Nethergate disciples who would never rise again, friends butchered beneath Skyfiend blades. He saw Rowena's torn armor, the gore matting her hair. Ice flared behind his calm eyes, and the very air cooled in fearful response.

He landed before Rowena with a soft thrum of displaced wind and poured a ribbon of pure life-energy into her chest. Her ragged breathing evened, blood slowed, bones knit.

"You've done enough. From here on, it's my fight."

The words were spoken quietly, yet they carried the certainty of law. Every surviving member of Nethergate felt their terror dissolve, replaced by an unshakable conviction that, while Jared was around, nothing could harm them again.

Fury knifed through Jared the instant he pictured Rowena's bruised wrists and tear-streaked face. To him, they were no casual lovers. She was blood, bone, a part of his own skin, and whoever laid a hand on her would pay.

Across the rubble-strewn courtyard, Gideon and the Skyfiend Sect disciples stood frozen.

A thousand-foot tide of Draconian might pressed down on them—hundreds of scarlet eyes, implacable and cold, promising to grind every last intruder into dust.

"Y-You... you're Jared Chance?" Gideon forced the words past a sand-dry throat. "W-what do you intend? I am Master Marrow, an elder of the Skyfiend Sect! Harm us, and my sect will never spare you."

"Skyfiend Sect?"

Jared turned slowly. His gaze was twin rapiers of light that stabbed straight through Gideon. "Who gave you the courage to storm Nethergate Sect?"

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