Chapter 5580

Third Hall disciples swallowed their fear, drew what courage they could, and launched themselves skyward in a ragged but desperate formation.

“Celestial Guards, with me—advance!” Onneas commanded.

A glittering phalanx of armor-clad warriors followed her, taking position at Jared’s flanks like living walls of steel.

She would sooner fall from the sky than watch him be beaten by sheer numbers.

Behind them, Percival and Esorin remained still. Esorin’s gaze never wavered from the Dragonslayer Sword, the reflection of its dark edge flickering in his ancient eyes.

A weapon that could splinter the Soul-Snaring Bowl with a single blow—such power bordered on legend.

In that instant, a forbidden desire bloomed in the elder’s heart: the hungry wish to claim that sword for his own.