A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5740

Jared managed a wry smile at the prospect. The path forward suddenly felt both brighter and far more expensive.

Feed a fire unicorn? I can barely marshal enough resources for my own ascension, let alone the Draconian army gulping them down like a desert drinks rain.

Jared crouched. The chambers of the war-torn hall echoed as he stroked the creature's warm, ember-speckled head. "Little one, it isn't that I don't want you," he murmured, voice husky with helpless affection. "we're feeling the pinch too."

The small fire unicorn seemed to understand. It let out a plaintive whimper, then licked the center of Jared's palm—each lap a plea and a promise all at once.

With a soft sigh, the beast sprawled across his boots, eyes half-closed, announcing in stubborn silence that wherever Jared went, it would follow.

Jared's resolve melted. He nudged its fiery horns. "Fine—stay at my side. We'll find what you need on the road. One step at a time."

Zevon adjusted the steel-rimmed spectacles on his angular face. "Mr. Chance, what is our next move?" Every warrior in the room stiffened. They all knew one truth—the threat of Soul Devourer still loomed over the Nine-Heaven realm like a shadow that refused to lift.

Jared rose, eyes igniting with fresh steel. "My strength is restored. We return to the nether sea, pry that mangy cur from his hole, and finish this. Together—no duels, no pride, only decisive force." Heads dipped in grim agreement. Around them, battle lust coalesced like rolling thunder.

After a short respite, Jared, Sylvia, Neville, Zevon, Coall, Cyanna, and the smoldering little unicorn perched on Jared's shoulder surged into the sky—an elite spearpoint aimed straight at the nether sea.

Seasoned now, they pierced the sea's viscous waves and descended into Soulgrave Abyss. But the realm felt hollow. The vast soul-pressure once cast by Soul Devourer had vanished, the crimson heavens fading to a sickly rust.

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