A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5728

The vows still echoed around the Gate of Heaven, yet Jared no longer savored the triumph. The Soul Devourer remained a poisoned thorn—leave it buried, and the infection would one day rot the empire he had only just forged.

So he ceded every administrative burden to trusted lieutenants, stationed a legion of Draconians to guard the newborn sect, then departed with Coall, Cyanna, and three hundred elite Draconian warriors. Their destination was the fabled Nether Blood Sea.

The Nether Blood Sea lay at the far-western rim of the Ninefold Heaven—a ragged scar where, legends claimed, ancient gods and demons had once torn each other apart.

Long before the expedition glimpsed its shores, a stench like carrion-soaked iron clawed down their throats. An icy dread, aimed straight at the soul, rode on every gust.

On the horizon, sky and earth appeared swallowed by an endless smear of dark crimson. It was no sunset—it was an ocean brewed from the mingled blood of a million fallen deities and beasts.

The viscous sea heaved like molten syrup. Each surge did not toss foam but unveiled wailing faces—contorted, skinless, eternally screaming. Above that loathsome tide, red-black thunderheads gathered year-round. Bolts of blood-colored lightning forked through them, rumbling like drums for a funeral that had never ended.

Even the fabric of space turned brittle here. Jagged rifts—inky and starless—yawned open without warning, then stitched themselves shut, each rip threatening to swallow anything careless enough to draw near.

Below, the landscape stretched out like a charred parchment—an endless plain scorched midnight-black. Titanic skeletons jutted from the soot, their ribs taller than city walls, splintered weapons still clenched in petrified hands. Though ten thousand ages had passed, a sovereign pressure still pulsed from every bleached bone.

"D*mn it, this place gives me the creeps," Coall muttered, his gravelly voice echoing through the stagnant haze.

He shook his massive dragon head as though he could fling the cold malice coiled around his very soul. Even a creature of the Draconians—scale thicker than steel, spirit forged in primordial fire—felt an instinctive shiver crawl beneath the armor of its hide.

Azure vapors spiraled around Cyanna, the aura of a celestial dragon woven into her breath. It burned away the nearby filth like frost meeting sunlight.

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