A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6804

Dorian Silvermoon nodded. Then he raised his right hand and gave Graham Linden a gentle pat on the shoulder.

The gesture seemed friendly, but the instant his palm touched Graham, an almost imperceptible thread of silver light slipped into the man's body.

Graham went rigid.

He tried to circulate his spiritual energy in resistance, only to discover that his meridians were freezing at a terrifying speed.

Like a stream of water formed from thousand-year-old ice, the silver light coursed through his meridians, sealing every point through which his spiritual energy flowed.

"My lord..." Graham rasped with difficulty. "You..."

"You have no need to know the Silvermoon family's decision," Dorian said as calmly as if discussing an ordinary matter. "The family has received the information you brought. You've done what you came here to do."

Graham's pupils contracted violently.

He tried to speak, but his throat had frozen completely. No sound came out.

His body stiffened. A layer of silvery frost spread across his skin, creeping upward from his fingertips.

The last thing he saw was Dorian's silver-white eyes. There was not a trace of feeling in them. They were like ice beneath the moonlight: smooth, immaculate, and utterly still.

Moments later, Graham's lifeless body slumped onto the stone stool. Silvery frost covered him from head to toe, leaving him like a statue frozen for a thousand years.

There was no blood, no struggle, and no unnecessary sound. His life had vanished as silently as a drop of ink disappearing into deep water.

Dorian stood and walked out of the side chamber without looking back.

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Far away, across the boundless sea of stars, the open sky above the Void Sea shone a clear, deep blue. It stretched beyond sight like an endless ocean suspended upside down in the highest heavens, vast, quiet, and remote.

Layers of white clouds rolled and unfurled far overhead, carrying the cold bite of the winds of the highest heavens and the immensity of the surrounding world.

Dozens of miles below, the Void Sea extended to the horizon, its deep-blue waters clear and sparkling. Moonlight and starlight scattered countless brilliant points across its surface, glittering for thousands of miles like diamonds strewn over the sea. The sight was magnificent and peaceful.

The heavens were vast, the sea without end. Everything seemed serene, as though mountains and waters had known nothing but harmony for ages.

Jared Chance, Gwendolyn, and Master Veridian were racing side by side through the sky, roughly six miles above the sea.

Jared flew in the center, tall and solitary in his windblown gray robe. His chaotic force was restrained, circulating quietly within him; his aura was steady and his mind at ease.

To his left, Gwendolyn's ice-blue robes and long hair streamed behind her. Her clear, cold eyes swept the surrounding void with sharp vigilance, alert for danger concealed anywhere around them.

To his right, Master Veridian drifted along as casually as ever, a dried spirit herb bobbing between his lips. He muttered to himself from time to time, while the young acolyte beside him gripped his sleeve and stared wide-eyed at the enormous world around them.

They flew swiftly and lightly, cutting through the fierce winds high above. Faint trails of spiritual energy appeared behind them, then disappeared almost at once.

The sky was broad, the mountains and sea tranquil, the breeze light and the clouds thin. Everything was in order, as if calamity could never disturb this peaceful world.

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