A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5948

Across the shattered field, Malcolm looked already half dead, his gray-green skin now the hue of cold ash.

His skeletal fingers dug into the armrests of the bone litter, knuckles bleaching with strain.

As keeper of the Door of Reincarnation, Malcolm understood the shape of power better than scripture.

What poured from Jared was the antithesis of every cycle he commanded.

Chaos met reincarnation the way blazing noon meets shadowed midnight—and chaos sat the throne.

"Chaotic celestial energy," Malcolm spat, "the ultimate predator of reincarnation power."

"Quit hoarding your strength, Morven. If we don't tear him apart right now, when he matures we'll all be ashes—every realm, every sky!"

The plea slammed into Morven’s hesitation, cracking it like thin ice.

He had flinched at the idea of alliance for longer than he could justify.

Resolve gathered, cold and metallic.

Nearly sixty millennia weighed on his bones; the sand in his hourglass was a stingy whisper now.

Every hope for endless life knelt at Malcolm’s Door of Reincarnation.

If Jared walked away, that door would slam shut forever, and Morven’s story would end in dust.

"Fine." The word left him like a drawn blade.

He threw a hard nod toward Malcolm; darkness boiled inside his pupils, hungry for finality.

"Then we erase the brat. Completely."

For the first time, the two pinnacles of the High Immortal Realm stood shoulder to shoulder.

Morven raised his arm, and the torn night screamed forward at his command.

Morven’s fingers braided in front of his chest, faster than Jared’s eye could track. Each new knot of bone and tendon birthed a syllable so old it felt bruised by time.

The sound crawled out of some Ninefold Nether pit, thick with rancor and tomb-cold silence; gooseflesh prickled up Jared’s scalp before he could brace.

"Ninefold… Nether Styx… open!" Morven’s shout cracked the air like iron splitting stone.

Space behind him ruptured—no light, no bottom, just a jagged mouth that inhaled color from the sky.

From that wound poured the screams of a million orphaned souls, and with them a blast of Ninefold Nether Demonic Aura that frothed upward, thickening, searching for a shape.

One serpentine shadow hardened, then another, until nine in all coiled above the battlefield like newly forged chains.

They stretched longer than city towers, every scale a black mirror washed in metallic glare.

Fanged maws gaped; in the hollows where eyes should rest, green ghost-fire burned with patient hunger.

Jared felt them think—nine cold intellects braided to Morven’s will, each radiating a power that rivaled the strongest celestial lords he had ever faced.

"Ninefold Nether Demon Dragon: Devour the Heavens!" Morven’s voice tore at Jared’s eardrums.

The nine beasts answered in unison; their roar became a physical wave that hammered the mountains below into sliding rubble.

Claws shredded air from every flank, venomous breath scorched escape paths, and the nine trajectories laced themselves into a living Ninefold Nether Sky-Locking Array that tightened around Jared’s chest like iron twine.

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