The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5858

Vermilion Demon Lord nearly vibrated with excitement, crimson aura flickering around him. "Jared, this is splendid! The Blood Lotus is within reach at last!"

Jared answered with a sharp nod, hope lighting his tired eyes. "Yes."

Moments later, several celestial handmaids drifted in, each bearing a tray.

The trays gleamed under torchlight, crowded with crystal pills whose fragrance rolled like fresh snow-air, alongside fruits native to the frozen waste and a steaming pot of spirit tea.

"By the lady's order, please heal and rest without worry."

Bowing in silence, the maids arranged the offerings and withdrew as softly as they had come.

Vermilion uncorked one vial, letting the aroma billow. His battle-worn blood immediately stilled. "Top-tier medicine," he murmured, admiration sneaking into his gruff tone. "Lady Aurora is more considerate than I guessed."

Clara selected a single pill, settled cross-legged, and closed her eyes, letting its warmth thread through her meridians.

Her wounds were not grave; the true threat was the chill of the Netherfrost Thread still gnawing at her channels, a cold that would take patience to melt.

Jared swallowed a recovery pill of his own, then eyed the remaining bottles. "Vermilion, these pills are gentle yet potent—exactly what you need to restore your injuries."

Vermilion Demon Lord lowered himself onto the crystalline floor, crimson vapors coiling around his frame like living smoke. He had no time for courtesy. Selene's life still hung on the blood lotus, and every heartbeat squandered invited another shade of danger.

The small fire unicorn sprawled beside Jared's boots, its flanks rising and falling in weary, shallow breaths. Moments earlier, it had traded a ferocious blow with Montar, and the effort had dimmed its golden flames to a trembling ember.

Jared ran a slow, calming hand over the creature's scaled brow, slipping a thread of chaotic celestial power into its core so the ember could kindle anew.

The little beast nuzzled his palm, humming a soft, contented purr that vibrated in the chilled air.

That night, the three of them sat in a side hall wrapped in silence, each mending wounds by the faint light of suspended frost-lanterns.

Outside, patrols stamped past in practiced rhythm while an endless blizzard howled across the ice plains beyond the walls.

As Jared guided energy through fractured meridians, Lady Aurora's earlier revelations replayed in his thoughts like distant thunder.

Celestials. Divine Emperor. Golden Immortal Realm. Hatreds that had fermented for ten thousand years—names and numbers heavy enough to bend the spine.

For the first time, he saw the celestials with fearful clarity, and the weight of that vision pressed against his chest.

Golden Immortal Realm—power so high he could not even glimpse its summit.

He stood at Heavenly Immortal Realm Level One. Yes, he could outfight peers and even cleave through an opponent at the top of Level Eight, but before a Golden Immortal, he doubted he could withstand even the echo of a careless breath.

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