A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6122

Garrick looked at her; a dull fog clouded his gaze. His voice crept out thin and ragged. "Foolish child… why do this… I'm not worth such a price…"

He fought against the shaking in his legs, hauled himself upright, and once more shoved Vivian behind his battered back.

The white-haired elder strolled up, looking down from above. "Garrick, you've done all you can. Hand the girl over and I'll let you die cleanly."

Garrick slowly shook his head. The words came out weak but carved in stone. "If you want my daughter… step over my corpse first…"

The white-haired elder exhaled a quiet breath. "Stubborn even in death."

He flicked his hand. Celestial Palace soldiers advanced again, blades gleaming and killing intent rolling off them like smoke.

The instant the danger balanced on a single breath,

"Protect the Patriarch!"

"Protect Miss Rania!"

The six elders still left inside Janis Manor—battered, bleeding, robes in tatters—charged forward again.

They planted themselves in a line between Garrick and Vivian, roaring their defiance.

In the very next heartbeat they collided with Celestial Palace soldiers and House Wagner guards, weapons and fists exploding together.

The red-faced elder smashed a Celestial Palace soldier away with one palm, then twisted back toward Vivian and forced out a hoarse shout: "Miss Rania, run!

Don't worry about us—go!"

The white-haired elder drove his sword straight through a Wagner guard's throat and yelled, voice rasping, "Miss Rania, move!

Don't let our blood spill for nothing!"

Another elder, hemmed in by three soldiers, took blade after blade.

His robe soaked dark, yet he locked his arms around one attacker and refused to loosen his grip.

He glanced over his shoulder at Vivian, pupils dull, mouth twitching with words that scraped out like broken glass: "Miss… we wronged you… we chased profit… we doomed The Janis Family… we earned this…"

As the final syllable left his lips,

a longsword punched straight through his heart.

Strength ran out of him; he folded to the ground and lay silent in a spreading pool of red.

"Third Elder!"

Vivian's scream tore through the clamor.

Another elder buckled under a ring of enemies, spat a thick splash of blood, and hit the dirt with a thud.

Before air left his chest, he stared at Vivian and murmured, barely louder than the wind, "Tell Jared… we were at fault… we… should have died long ago…"

Vivian dropped to her knees.

Her whole body shook, tears fogging everything she could see.

The elders who had watched her grow from a child—who once spoiled her with smile after smile—were falling one by one, each fall forever.

Every sight of a familiar body hitting the ground carved at her like a knife.

Breathing itself became torture she could not escape.

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