The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6299

"Promise me," Lydia said, so softly the words nearly disappeared. "You have to come back."

Jared didn't turn around.

"I promise."

Then he walked out.

Lydia sat on the bed and watched his back vanish through the doorway.

Only after he was gone did the tears finally spill over.

Alaric came over and pulled his daughter into a gentle embrace.

"He'll come back," he said under his breath. "He's not like other people."

Lydia leaned against her father and said nothing.

But one thought kept turning over in her mind. Of course he wasn't like other people.

If he were, why would he run back into the Pyre Chasm just to throw his life away?

Jared reached the Pyre Chasm.

He stopped at the edge and looked down.

The flame surged at the bottom of the pit.

Its red glow washed across his face and stretched his shadow long, longer, until it trailed far behind him.

The heavenfire beasts moved through the flame below.

The instant they saw him return, they all stopped and turned their heads in perfect unison.

Hundreds of eyes fixed on him at the same time.

There was no hostility in them. No sign of attack. They only watched in silence.

As if they were confirming something.

As if they were waiting for something.

Jared drew in a deep breath and jumped.

This time, not a single heavenfire beast attacked him.

They parted on their own, opening a path for him like subjects stepping aside for their king.

Jared dropped through the flame, through the waves of heat, through layer after layer of heavenfire beasts, descending toward the deepest part of the pit.

The deeper Jared fell, the thicker the fire became.

The heat kept climbing with it.

The red glow shifted into orange-yellow.

The orange-yellow turned gold-white.

The gold-white bled into a dim blue, and that blue thinned out until it was almost transparent white.

Chaotic force moved across the surface of Jared's body.

A layer of violet radiance sealed the heavenfire outside him.

Even with that barrier around him, the heat still pressed through.

It was the kind of temperature that could set even a soul ablaze.

He fell for a long time.

The Pyre Chasm was far deeper than he'd imagined.

It stretched a thousand miles across, and its depth vanished out of sight.

He was like a small stone dropping into the deep sea, swallowed by endless fire on every side as he kept falling toward an unknown abyss.

At last, he saw the bottom of the chasm.

A broad, level floor of stone lay there.

After tens of thousands of years under heavenfire, the rock had turned into a strange glasslike substance.

Ancient patterns covered the stone.

They hadn't been carved by any hand. The power of the heavenfire itself had burned them there over time.

And at the exact center of that rock floor, there was a flame.

It wasn't large.

It was only about the size of a fist.

Its color was a pure white, so white it was nearly transparent.

It burned there in complete silence.

Not fast. Not slow. Not wild. Not weak.

It looked like the first thread of light at the beginning of heaven and earth.

Jared landed on the rock and walked toward the flame.

With every step he took, the primal fire-essence inside him gave a harder tremor.

With every step he took, the flame grew a little brighter.

By the time he reached it, it was shining like a tiny sun.

Jared crouched down and held out his right hand.

The instant his fingers touched the flame, the whole world changed.

Jared found himself standing on a crimson plain.

The sky overhead burned in a deep orange-red, and the ground below churned with rolling molten fire. Sulfur and smoke and the raw scent of burning heat hung thick in the air.

But there was nothing crushing about this place. No shadow of ruin. No sense of anything ending. What filled it instead was an ancient warmth, pure and primal, vigorous with life.

A group stood out on the plain.

No.

Not people.

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