Chapter 5605

That same disciple had once traded blows with Jared, enough to know the man alone could never topple a sovereign, not even Esorin.

Which meant someone-hidden, potent-stood behind Jared, lending him the kind of power stories whisper about.

If Myles ever crossed that person backing Jared, he would be marching straight to his grave.

What they needed now was patience-investigation, not open combat. But Myles refused counsel, insisting on hounding Jared, and there was nothing the lower-ranked runner could do to stop him.

Jared waited alone in the wasteland between moments—a barren pocket of torn space where even sound seemed exiled. Only the stray wind stirred, fluttering the corner of his coat.

“The Dragonslayer Sword rested in his clenched hand while his eyes swept the nothingness, alert for the allies the Nethergate Sect had promised.

Fate, however, loved its little jokes.”