The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6293

Two days later, Jared and the others finally reached the Nether Mountain Range.

It was a mountain range wrapped in black fog.

The peaks were steep, the ravines ran deep, and everywhere he looked there were jagged rocks and strange plants with no names he knew.

The black fog flowed through the mountains and shut the sunlight outside.

The whole range sat under a heavy dimness.

"This is the Nether Mountain Range."

Edric kept his voice low. "It's covered in ghostly miasma all year round. Outsiders who come in here can easily lose their sense of direction. Our Ghost Clan has hidden here for thousands of years, and the celestials still haven't found our exact location."

Jared nodded and followed Edric into the black fog.

Edric knew the terrain here like the back of his hand.

He led the group through the mountains, steering around every trap and every dangerous stretch.

After walking for about 2 hours, they arrived in front of a massive mountain gate.

The mountain gate was natural.

An arch had formed between two mountain peaks, and beyond it lay a deep, shadowed gorge.

Ancient runes covered the rock walls on both sides of the gorge, giving off a faint blue glow.

"These runes were left behind by our Ghost Clan ancestors."

Edric explained, "They can block outside probing, and they can also resist the celestials' holy radiance."

Once they passed through the gorge, the view ahead opened all at once.

What opened up beyond the gorge was an underground ancient city.

The ancient city had been built against the mountain in rising layers.

It started at the valley floor and stretched all the way into the mountain's depths.

Every building had been made from a black stone that looked old and heavy.

Time had worn over it for who knew how long, but the grandeur it once carried was still there to see.

But that grandeur belonged to a long-dead past.

Now the ancient city was falling apart.

Collapsed buildings lay everywhere, and dried bloodstains streaked the ruins.

The city walls were scarred with countless marks left by attacks.

In some places, blackened patches still remained where holy radiance had burned through the stone.

Several Ghost Clan warriors stood guard at the city gate.

They wore the same black armor as Edric's people, but they looked even more worn down, their faces hollowed out by exhaustion.

The moment they saw Edric return, a young warrior broke from the gate and ran over.

"Elder Edric! You're back!"

Then his eyes landed on Jared, and the change came at once.

"This is..."

"One of us," Edric said. "He's the Princess's friend. He saved us."

"The Princess?" The young warrior's eyes flew wide. "Princess Lydia?"

"The Princess is still alive." Edric's voice caught as he spoke. "Mr. Jared is the Princess's friend."

The news spread through the ancient city in a flash.

The whole place erupted.

Ghost Clan people poured out from every direction.

They crowded around Jared, voices piling over one another as they pressed him for news about Lydia.

"The Princess is really alive?"

"Is she alright?"

"When is she coming back?"

Jared was boxed in at the center of the crowd.

Questions came from every side, and for a moment, he had no idea which one to answer first.

Right then, a low voice came from somewhere behind the crowd.

"Move."

The crowd parted on its own, opening a path.

A tall middle-aged man stepped out from among them.

He wore a black robe.

His face had gone gaunt. His eye sockets were hollowed deep, and both temples had already turned gray.

His eyes were threaded with bloodshot red, and his face carried the marks of years and hatred alike.

Even worn down that far, even with that drained, haggard look on him, he still carried a presence no one would dare take lightly.

His gaze settled on Jared and stayed there for a long time.

Then his eyes suddenly widened.

"You... you're carrying Lydia's aura."

Jared looked at the worn-down man in front of him. A tangled weight rose in his chest.

"You're Lydia's father?"

The man nodded.

His voice came out rough. "I am Alaric Wraithmoor. The Sovereign of the Moonshade Realm."

He walked up to Jared and looked him over from top to bottom.

Too much sat in his eyes to put cleanly into words. Concern. Pain. And a strand of hope that had been crushed down for far too long.

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