A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6058

Tunnel Entrance Outside Nether City

Jared, Luther, Morvane, and one hundred Nether City Guards stood in a tight line beside the yawning tunnel mouth. No one spoke. Armor clicked, then settled into an expectant hush.

The Guards wore seamless black bone plates that swallowed the light. Each carried a bone-forged weapon whose dim glow pulsed like distant starlight. Every soldier had already stepped into High Immortal Realm Level Four or higher, and cold, murderous intent clung to them as naturally as breath.

Elder Gloam planted his white bone staff before the formation. Deep creases carved his aged face, yet his voice carried clear authority.

"Young friend Jared, the future of Nether City rests with you. These elite guards will follow you to the surface and obey every order."

Jared folded his arms across his chest and bowed. "Many thanks, Great Elder." The words left him steady, carrying both respect and promise.

Straightening, he added, "I will not fail. I will drive the celestials from Epea and win justice for the Ghost Clan and the beast race." Resolve hardened every syllable.

"Good!" Elder Gloam's reply cracked through the silence like a staff on stone.

He leaned closer, voice low yet firm. "Remember, if the task proves impossible, Nether City will always be your retreat."

Jared turned to the gathered warriors, drew a deep breath that filled his lungs with chill nether aura, and barked, "Move out!"

All one hundred three figures blurred into swift black shadows and raced upward through the winding passage.

The higher they climbed, the thinner the nether aura became. In its place rose clean, long-missed spiritual energy that tingled against skin and armor.

A few guards shifted uneasily. Generations had lived beneath rock and bone; none had ever felt the caress of true sunlight.

Excitement flickered in Morvane's eyes. "Three thousand years… at last the Ghost Clan returns to the surface."

Jared understood their storm of hope and trepidation without needing words.

Three millennia underground had pushed a once-glorious race toward the edge of legend, almost forgotten by the world above.

Today they would feel daylight again and announce the Ghost Clan's return to the celestials.

Roughly half an hour later, a pale gleam shone ahead.

Sunlight spilled through the distant opening, warm and brilliant against the tunnel's gloom.

"It… it's sunlight!"

A young guard's hand trembled as he stretched toward that golden beam, longing to touch what stories could never capture.

Morvane's voice cut across the awe. "Steady your hearts! The surface is different. Stay alert."

At last the party burst from the mouth of the tunnel and stood upon open ground again.

The sudden blaze forced every eye to narrow against its fierce brilliance.

Jared coped easily—he had been born beneath this sky—but the Guards winced, overwhelmed by radiance they had never met.

Birdsong threaded through towering trees, and fresh scents of grass and bloom filled the air.

A light breeze rustled the leaves overhead, life humming in every whisper.

"So this… is the surface world?" one guard breathed, wonder shaking his voice.

For three thousand years, tomes had tried to paint this realm, yet the living scene dwarfed every written line.

Blue sky, white clouds, emerald canopy, scarlet petals, soaring birds, roaming beasts—treasures no cavern could offer.

Scanning the forest edge, Morvane's expression tightened. "Form ranks! It may look calm, but celestials could be watching."

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