The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5588

The moment Maxwell's quiet declaration swept through the shattered sanctuary, every soul inside stood frozen, thunderstruck.

Even the marble pillars seemed to tremble beneath the weight of his words. Enaricus stared wide-eyed, unable to reconcile the plain middle-aged man before him with the fabled founder of the Celestial Palace.

Across the blood-streaked floor, Esorin, too, felt his breath stall. Of all foes he had imagined, he had never pictured the Palace's first hall master.

Celestial Palace had endured for tens of thousands of years; clearly, so had its creator.

A hard swallow shuddered down the elder's throat. His knees quaked. Instinct drowned every shred of courage with one primal order—run.

A thin, metallic whistle sliced through the air, keen as a freshly drawn blade.

Esorin spun and bolted, streaking away like living lightning.

"He's escaping! Stop him!" Onneas shouted, her voice bouncing off the vaulted ceiling.

Jared's chest lurched. Reflex yanked him forward, ready to give chase.

Maxwell did not stir. He did not spare the fleeing elder a single glance.

A strangled scream burst from the void overhead. It was Esorin's cry—and it ended far too quickly.

No one saw what claimed him. Maxwell alone might know.

Terror emptied Enaricus' bowels. His body convulsed with dread.

"Please, sir, spare me!" he sobbed, slamming his forehead against the floor. Maxwell never looked his way.

Color drained from Maxwell's face; his outline wavered, turning quietly translucent.

"Sir?" Onneas cried. "What is happening to you?"

"Your body—it's fading!" Jared shouted, panic snapping at his spine.

"Mr. Chance, leaving the void passage carries a price," Maxwell replied, smiling with gentle resignation. "I sensed your danger. How could I do anything but come?"

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