The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5582

Jared and Onneas watched comrade after comrade collapse, helpless anger knotting their chests. At this pace, the palace gates would fall—it was only a matter of time.

"We have to take out that circle!"

His gaze locked on the distant ring of swirling runes where demons continued to appear. That portal fed the enemy's endless advance; severing it was their last, thin hope.

"Then we strike together!"

Onneas wove rapid seals, channeling bright currents of spiritual energy that streamed across the courtyard toward the portal.

Jared drew a breath deep into his bruised lungs, flooded the Dragonslayer Sword with every shred of energy he still possessed, and swung.

Boom!

Blade and spell crashed into the portal in the same heartbeat, detonating with a thunder that rattled every stone.

The ring quivered, glyphs flickering—but it refused to break.

"Did you truly believe two fledglings could unmake my transport array? Foolish."

Esorin flashed before the portal, releasing streams of obsidian light that hardened into a colossal shield, cocooning the array in pulsing darkness.

"Keep hitting it!"

Jared let out a thunderous cry that echoed across the shattered courtyard. Side by side with Onneas, he launched yet another flurry of strikes, each swing of steel dripping with raw, unyielding resolve.

Yet no matter how savagely their blades fell, Esorin's midnight-black shield remained flawless, a seamless wall that swallowed every blow without so much as a quiver.

Time crawled. The soldiers of the palace retreated inch by inch until the only ground left was the broad stone threshold before the main gate.

Backs pressed to the cold bronze doors, they met the encroaching darkness with eyes that blazed—grim, hopeless, and magnificent all at once.

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