A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6809

Jared stood quietly on the white-jade steps outside Deepblue City's council hall as Calder Stillwater questioned him.

He stared into the vast, dark waters to the north, where the sea churned endlessly, and remained silent for a long time.

The evening breeze carried a cool mist from the depths. It stirred his still-damp gray robe and did nothing to ease the layers of anxiety weighing on his mind.

The destruction he had just witnessed had been too horrifying to forget. Images of the earth breaking apart, mountains collapsing, and countless living beings dying kept playing through his mind.

Finally, he shook his head. A shadow of helplessness darkened his violet eyes. "I didn't see what caused it."

"It happened too suddenly. I was tens of miles above the ground, much too far from the center of Alkaid Continent."

He explained what had prevented him from investigating. "The white light from the shattered underground seal was blinding, like two suns rising together. It stretched across the heavens, obscured the seas, and formed a violent curtain that sealed off the space around the entire continent. Nothing could penetrate it—not even spirit sense."

"I tried to extend my spirit sense into it, but that light drove it back before it could get anywhere near the source. I couldn't see what was happening beneath the earth. All I could make out was the vast continent splitting down the middle, breaking along its foundations, sinking, and finally shattering into pieces that toppled in every direction."

"As for what actually caused the collapse, what the underground seal looked like, or where that force came from, I couldn't determine any of it."

He lifted a hand toward the dark sea to the north, his gaze grave. "We won't learn the truth until Violet wakes up and tells us what happened. She was there when the disaster struck. She's the one who knows what happened."

Calder nodded, understanding and concern passing through his gentle eyes. He asked no further questions.

He knew how terrible a catastrophe of that scale could be. The origin power unleashed when an ancient seal shattered was not something ordinary spirit sense could probe. It was only natural that even Jared's investigation had failed.

More questions and speculation would accomplish nothing now.

All they could do was wait: wait for news from the search teams, wait for Violet to be brought back alive, and wait for her to wake and explain what she knew.

Of all the hardships in the world, few were more agonizing than waiting without knowing when—or whether—an answer would come.

Time slipped by in Deepblue City amid the bustle of reconstruction and the silence of anxious expectation.

The Water Clan worked tirelessly, each person attending to an assigned task. The sounds of rubble being cleared, protective arrays repaired, and injured people treated rose and fell throughout the city. But the constant activity did nothing to settle Jared's nerves.

He stayed on the white-jade steps outside the council hall, standing in the same place without moving.

The last glow of sunset faded, and night swept over the deep sea and enveloped the city.

Deepblue City's usual soft blue-green radiance dimmed, replaced by dark-red mineral lamps. Their scattered points of light glimmered along the streets, casting a cold, faint sheen across the polished stone pavement. The shifting glow stretched Jared's tall, solitary shadow, then shortened it again.

The changing light seemed to mark the passage of time itself—silent, relentless, and impossible to hold back. With every passing moment, his patience wore thinner and the strain on his mind grew heavier.