The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5609

"I honestly don't know," Jared murmured at last, shaking his head while the question still echoed between them. His uncertainty wasn't feigned; even he could not swear whether Arthur had intervened or not. Yet the doubt gnawed at him, an invisible thread tugging at the edge of his thoughts.

Rowena's gaze softened—just a fraction—before she turned away. "Come with me to level nine," she said, voice low, as though the very name might summon unseen winds.

With a curt gesture, she gathered her white-clad guards, pivoted on booted heels, and set off. Jared fell in beside her, footfalls mingling with theirs as they slipped into the vast corridors of cloud and stone that led toward level nine.

Moments after they vanished, the surrounding void rippled like a pond struck by a sudden stone. From that distortion a lone silhouette stepped forth—the same shadowed figure who had first tried to waylay Jared.

He stared at Myles' crumpled corpse; a shiver rattled down his spine. Had he followed Myles into that slaughter, he, too, would now be cooling on the ground, ignorant even of how the killing blow had landed.

"Report," he whispered, the single word snagging in his throat. Then, like smoke, he faded back into the trembling air.

Reporting was all that remained to him; whatever predators the Nethergate Sect might unleash upon Jared were matters far above his pay grade. One thing he knew for certain—he was no longer a match for Jared.

Elsewhere, Jared walked in guarded silence at Rowena's side, the path before them spiraling toward heights draped in storm-colored mist.

"How's the wound?" Jared asked, genuine concern slipping through his usual bravado as he glanced at the dark stain beneath Rowena's cloak.

Rowena flicked him a cool look, ignoring the question. "What I want to know is this—how did Myles die so cleanly?"

Jared lifted his palms in helpless surrender. "I'm telling you, I've got no idea."

"Fine—keep your secrets," Rowena muttered, rolling her eyes in theatrical exasperation.

"Suit yourself," Jared shot back, matching her gesture with a comically exaggerated eye-roll of his own.

The exchange broke the tension; Rowena's sudden laugh rang bright in the high air. "You're ridiculous, you know that? Tell me, is the Vermilion Demon Lord the puppet-master behind you?"

Jared blinked, genuinely baffled. "Why on earth would you think that?"

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