The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5931

Roughly fifteen minutes after their departure, the valley fell into a hush so deep even ashes feared to stir.

The air above the gorge twisted like heated glass, and three figures clad in pitch-black soul armor slipped from the distortion without a whisper.

At their head hovered a middle-aged man whose face was carved in perpetual malice. He scanned the empty ravine, tasted the lingering shockwaves in the wind, and his brow knotted in cold displeasure.

Such savage ripples of vengeful spirits—and beneath them, something else entirely, a strange breath of power that makes my heart seize.

The man lifted his hand and pinched the empty air. A ribbon of grey mist peeled away from the atmosphere and hovered above his palm, innocuous at first glance yet humming with an appetite for annihilation.

He probed it with a thread of soul energy, but the mist bucked like a wild beast and swallowed half the strand in a heartbeat, turning his own strength against him.

A wet cough burst from his throat. Color drained from his face as he flung the haze away, scattering it before it could gnaw deeper into his essence.

Two Soul Hunters rushed forward, armor clinking, and shouted, "Sir!"

He waved them back, eyes flickering between alarm and fascination. "This force devours soul energy as naturally as breathing. Report it to Mr. Puppet General at once, and scour a thousand-mile radius for anyone suspicious."

The hunters answered in unison, "Yes, Sir!"

With that, the three silhouettes melted into the dusk, gone as swiftly as they had appeared.

After a six-hour journey, Jared and his companions stood before a ruin smothered by ancient vines and towering trees.

Jared parted weeds as tall as a man, revealing the shattered remnants of a stone array hidden beneath.

The platform had been laid with blue-grey spiritual stones, every surface etched in archaic beast runes now blurred by time.

At its center, the core stone was veined with cracks, a faint glow pulsing like a dying heartbeat.

"It is an ancient teleportation array," Winslow said, voice reverent.

He knelt for a closer look. "The script differs from ours, yet the principle matches. Restore the missing glyphs, heal the core, feed it power, and it should awaken."

Jared nodded and glanced at his small fire unicorn. "Your turn, buddy."

Lucky leapt from his shoulder, trotting a quick circle around the array, snout pressed to broken sigils while it hummed soft, curious notes.

Moments later, it raised a forepaw. A bead of crimson-gold light blossomed at the claw tip and touched a ruined line.

Buzz!

The platform quivered beneath their feet. The fractured rune flared to life, the tiny light stitching its gap with trembling radiance.

"It works!" Selina exclaimed, delight sparkling in her eyes.

Jared crouched, letting chaotic celestial energy stream from his palm as he traced the array's inner currents.

The primal energy could mimic any law, giving him far keener insight than ordinary spiritual energy.

Buzz!

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