Chapter 5643

Though blood streaked his torn tunic, Jared stood tall with the Dragonslayer Sword resting in his grasp. Only the faint trembling in his knees betrayed the toll of his wounds.

“Hold fast, Jared. I will guard your flank,” Sylvia said, noticing the tremor.

“No-this time we fight shoulder to shoulder.”

“I’m not letting you shoulder this alone,” Jared said, giving his head a firm shake, his tone a quiet promise that cut through the roar of the gorge.

The moment the words left him, he dragged a breath so deep it rattled his cracked ribs. Pain flashed like lightning behind his eyes, yet he forced it down, summoned his technique, and let fresh waves of celestial energy spill from his battered frame. Each surge was weaker than Sylvia’s, but the iron in his will felt unbreakable, a steady drum that refused to fall silent even in the face of ruin.

Across the shattered ground, Winston watched them both. A flicker of contempt danced in his gaze, as though he were examining two insects that had mistaken themselves for titans.

“The two of you think you can stand against me?” His voice rolled across Death Gorge with lazy amusement. “How delightfully naïve.”