A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5737

"H-him? How-how can he be here? No… Impossible!"

Despair quaked through the Soul Devourer's voice, as though he had glimpsed a fate crueler than death itself.

Jared stood slack-jawed, blood dripping from rents in his armor as the impossible turnaround hit him. One heartbeat ago, he had braced for oblivion; now the shock of survival turned his legs to water, and he swayed in the sulfur-tinged gloom. Gritting his teeth, he forced ruined muscles to obey, then lifted his chin toward the jagged tear still hanging in the sky. Beyond that ragged wound stretched a boundless sweep of night—an ocean of constellations so bright they seemed close enough to pluck from the dark.

Within that cosmic surf, a shape began to gather—hulking, indistinct, yet unmistakably regal. It was wrought entirely of cold starlight, and currents of ancient Heavenly Law streamed around it like luminous rivers, veiling every feature but hinting at power older than mountains.

The moment that figure solidified, a hush rippled through Soulgrave Abyss. Even the frenzied wraiths shrank back, clawing at the air as if to hide from something that weighed directly on the marrow of existence.

That aura—Fire Spirit Lord!

The recognition struck Jared like a thunderclap. Relief and wonder tangled with raw exhaustion; he had never imagined the celestial sovereign would intervene twice on his behalf.

A voice followed, mild yet carrying absolute sovereignty, drifting down from that star-forged colossus and thundering across the abyss until every cliff wall rang like a gong.

"Soul Devourer, you have defied the Heavenly Law—stealing souls, shattering mortal order, and daring to consume the child of destiny. Your crimes demand eradication."

The judgment sounded calm, but each word was formed of pure law. They hammered into the ragged remnant of the Soul Devourer's spirit, making that once-towering tyrant convulse as though chained to an invisible rack.

"No—mercy, my lord! I repent! I will endure any punishment—only spare me!" The Soul Devourer's shriek cracked into pitiful sobs, pride gone, dignity discarded.

He prostrated himself, a ruined shade pounding its forehead against the spectral floor, looking less like a monarch of terror and more like a stray cur smitten by lightning. Starfire warped around the cringing spirit, stretching him into grotesque shapes before snapping back, as if the cosmos itself mocked his abasement.

The creature knew the truth every onlooker now breathed—he could no more resist the Fire Spirit Lord than a candle can outshine the sun.

Watching the once-invincible Soul Devourer grovel, Jared felt the pressure of helpless rage he had swallowed moments earlier ignite into savage delight.

Even if every drop from the Netherworld Abyss were mine to wield, it still would not scour this humiliation from my soul.

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