The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6220

Jared's body finally gave out.

He dropped to one knee in midair, his face white as paper, his breath so faint it had nearly run out.

The draconic energy around him vanished completely. Only a thin layer of golden light still lingered around his body, weak enough to go out at any moment.

But he still kept his head lifted, looking at Josephine.

The tenderness in his eyes, the love in them, did not fade in the slightest.

Even with death closing in, even with hellfire tearing through him from the inside, his gaze never left her.

"Josephine..."

He forced the words out.

Bloody foam slipped from the corner of his mouth, and every syllable pulled at the wound hard enough to make the strain plain on his face. "I lost you. I failed your Father. Every moment, I was thinking about you. I wanted to find you, but..."

Josephine's body started shaking so hard she could not hold it back anymore.

Tears slid down her cheeks and fell onto the Worldfire Blade, mixing with the blood on it before the flames instantly burned them into nothing.

She looked at the man in front of her, covered in blood, hanging by a thread, and still looking at her with that same tenderness, that same love.

Something inside her chest twisted so hard it nearly tore her apart, until even drawing breath turned difficult.

Why?

Why did her chest hurt this much?

Why were her tears falling on their own?

She lifted her hand and tried to thrust the sword again, tried to end all of this.

But her arm would not move.

It was as if it weighed a thousand pounds. She could not drive the blade down no matter how hard she tried.

Down below, Vivian and the others had already broken into tears, sobbing so hard they could barely make a sound.

Watching Jared in that state, ripped open and fading in front of them, they could only stand there with nothing they could do.

"Jared!"

Vivian screamed his name, her voice already scraped raw. She lurched forward, trying to rush up and pull Jared back from the edge, but Jared lifted a hand and stopped her.

With obvious effort, Jared turned his head and looked at Vivian.

He gave the faintest shake, his gaze weak but steady. It said everything clearly enough—don't come over, this was between him and Josephine, and he accepted it.

Vivian bit down on her lip so hard she broke the skin. Blood welled there, but she still didn't move again.

She could only stand below with tears running down her face, staring at what was happening in the air until the ache in her chest left her fighting for breath.

She knew this was Jared's choice.

Even if he died under Josephine's sword, he would never strike back. He would never let himself hurt her in the slightest.

That refusal was carved into his bones. No one could change it.

Up in the sky, Skylar watched it all unfold.

The smile at his mouth deepened bit by bit, growing thicker with satisfaction, heavier with pride, crueler by the second. His eyes were full of the thrill of payback.

This was exactly what he wanted.

He wanted to watch Jared get cut down again and again by the woman he loved. He wanted to watch Jared reduced to a wreck, low as dirt.

He wanted to watch him struggle inside pain and despair. He wanted to watch him reach a state worse than death.

This felt ten thousand times better than taking the world or ruling over every realm.

He meant to destroy everything Jared had, including his love, his dignity, and his life.

"Senior Josephine, continue."

He spoke lightly, his voice mild, but the command in it left no room to refuse. There was no warmth in his tone at all.

"A man like that doesn't deserve your mercy. He's just trying to win your pity. Kill him, and end this for good."

Josephine's body gave a small shiver, and the tears spilled even harder.

She turned her head and looked at Skylar.

That same gentle smile was still on Skylar's face.

But for some reason, when Josephine looked at him now, that face had changed. It looked unfamiliar. Darker. And suddenly, it looked like something she should have feared.

She looked at Jared again.

Jared was still kneeling in midair, covered in blood. His breathing had gone weak, but he still looked at her with those same eyes, full of tenderness and love. There wasn't a trace of blame in them. Only the ache he carried for her.

Those eyes cut into her.

Those eyes shook her.

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