Chapter 5592

At dawn, Yuliana guided Jared through marble corridors to the heart of the royal palace. There, beneath a vault of carved jasper, Aurelius sat on a throne both lavish and austere, signing scrolls with quick, decisive strokes.

The instant the king spotted Jared, delight flashed across his face. He rose, robes whispering, and strode down the dais.

“Mr. Chance, what fortune brings you back to my humble realm?” He clasped Jared’s hands with honest warmth that softened the chill of polished stone.

Jared had been gone since he breached level six; Aurelius had half-feared he would never look back. After all, who wouldn’t enjoy staying in higher planes?

Jared returned the bow of courtesy. “Your Majesty, I come seeking answers—one question only you might illuminate.”

The king ushered him to an ebony chair, ordered his subordinates to serve coffee, then leaned forward, eyes intent. “Speak freely. I’ll tell you everything I know.”

Jared recounted the ambush that happened on level eight, about Maxwell, and his desire to know more about the celestial clan leader.