The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5252

“Strange—Kishor is nowhere in sight,” Flaxseed muttered, scratching his sparse beard. “He didn't leave without us, did he?”

“No,” Jared replied, voice quiet yet stone-sure. “If something delays him, so be it. We proceed alone.”

He had complete trust in Kishor's loyalty.

With that verdict rendered, they veered straight for the black-mawed entrance of Darkwind Gorge.

Darkwind Gorge looked like a corner the world itself had renounced. Ink-dark gales whipped through the ravine, carrying sand as fine as ground obsidian that crackled against the stone like skeletal applause, a chorus of wronged spirits grieving in secret.

Flanking the entrance rose twin night-black statues—ten-story high, carved as snarling yakshas. Greenish flames smoldered in their hollow eyes, fixing every trespasser with a hunter's patience. Dried blood streaked their torsos, the iron tang still clinging to the wind.

Beyond them, sheer basalt walls clawed upward, their fissures exhaling a shrill lament that shifted from a woman's sob to a beast's roar. Above, a ceiling of charcoal clouds crushed the sky, allowing only a bruised, reluctant light to seep through.

The instant Jared's spiritual sense brushed the interior, a syrup-thick stench of blood slammed into him. Demonic aura swirled with the scent, coalescing into a wine-red mist that drifted between the rocks like something half liquid, half nightmare.

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