The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6009

This wing of Jade Immortal Manor served as lodging for visitors.

Jared traded a few brisk words with the sentry, then slipped away.

When he returned to the Tranquil Heart Pavilion, the two enslaved guards still stood like posts in the courtyard.

He cast them a single glance, his eyes stripped of warmth.

They could not be left alive.

The Heart Control Incantation Luther used and the Chaotic Restriction Seal would both weaken with time; if anyone noticed, the risk would land on Jared.

"Follow me to the study."

He issued the order in a tone flat as still water.

They fell in behind him without a word.

He led them deep into the pavilion, into Quentin’s private study layered with isolation arrays.

Jared swung the heavy stone door shut and triggered every muting and barrier seal.

Only three bodies now occupied the room.

Jared turned to the two guards, their eyes still cloudy from the spell, and let out a faint sigh.

"You served Quentin for years and did your duty. Time and fate are cruel."

The words had barely faded when his gaze sharpened. Two fingers snapped together, releasing twin lances of concentrated gray chaos that stabbed into each guard’s brow like lightning.

No scream, no struggle followed.

Both bodies jerked once; the last glimmer behind their eyes went out.

From the inside out they unraveled, silent as erased graphite, turning into the finest gray dust that drifted down. Clothing and gear dissolved with them.

The potential threat was gone for good.

Jared summoned a steward, issued a few curt instructions, and dismissed him.

As soon as the man left, Jared closed his eyes. Light rippled over his body; stature, face, even aura began to shift at speed.

His once-tall Quentin frame compressed, regaining his own balanced, athletic proportions.

The gaunt, brooding mask melted like a ripple, revealing Jared’s youthful, clear-cut features.

He feels the fabric around his shoulders loosen, threads of teal silk rippling with faint light. When the glow settles, the weight becomes a refined moon-white tunic—soft, expensive, yet quiet against the skin.

Within three slow breaths the stiffness he borrowed for Quentin leaks out. The study holds only Jared now, eyes clear, posture unburdened.

He rolls his neck until a faint pop releases hidden tension, savoring the unguarded freedom of his own bones.

Posing as a man like Quentin—always weighing words, watching for traps—had stretched his thoughts taut as piano wire.

Time for a new name and an open doorway back into Jade Immortal Manor.

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