The Man's Decree (Favo novel) novel Chapter 5387

For a moment, Ieuan was at a loss, yet he refused to give in. "I still have the princess. I'll personally drag her to Aurelius. If he still refuses to surrender the Ritual Manual, I will spill his daughter's blood before his eyes."

With that, he stormed out of the cavern, already barking orders for his guards to prepare the royal captive.

Inside the main hall of Roaring Storm Church, the air felt heavy enough to shatter ribs. Every breath tasted of thunder as unseen pressures pressed against the high beams.

Jared stood at the heart of the hall, channeling the last threads of the Power of Dragons. Infinides, Flaxseed, and dozens of disciples ringed him, pouring their own energies into the Dragon Bell. Golden light pulsed from the bronze bell and collided with the swirling black demonic aura outside, each impact humming with a promise of imminent rupture.

"This isn't working! The demonic aura is getting stronger," Flaxseed exclaimed as he wiped sweat from his brow. "Every charm I slap on the bell is reduced to ash the moment it touches the metal. Something is calling these demonic souls back, and they are growing restless."

Infinides turned ashen, his spiritual energy already dangerously low. "Mr. Chance, the Dragon Bell's power is almost depleted... The crack in the seal is spreading. We can't hold on much longer!"

Jared gritted his teeth and forced the last spark of the Power of Dragons. A spectral golden dragon coiled around the bell, its light briefly pushing the darkness back.

Yet deep below the seal, an ancient malice gathered, vast and patient, like a beast waking after endless centuries. Jared sensed its first breath and knew the next assault would dwarf all the rest.

Without warning, the stone floor shuddered so violently it felt as though some colossal heart had begun beating beneath Roaring Storm Church. Tiles cascaded from the vaulted roof, smashing into marble like iron rain.

At the center, the ancient seal groaned; hairline fractures spider-webbed outward, and a torrent of inky demonic aura erupted, devouring every candle of golden light in a single breath.

A thunderclap cracked the heavens—a detonation so fierce it drowned thought itself.

With that, the seal finally exploded, shards of sacred stone spinning like meteors.

From the newborn abyss surged legions of warped black silhouettes, their shrieks and roars weaving a murderous symphony that clawed at the mind.

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