Chapter 5679

This was not the simple slowing of a clock. It was a wicked fusion-Space Prison interwoven with Time Deceleration— forming an absolute cage that mocked every escape he knew.

Within that flawless prison, Jared stood sealed, a living butterfly pinned beneath glass.

Above his head, a colossal hand coalesced from the purest, deepest demon haze. It appeared from nothing-five talons of night reaching down from a void.

The hand blotted out what little light remained. Creases carved across its palm like canyons, nails gleamed like newly forged blades, and in the hollow of its center, countless wraiths writhed and screamed, exhaling rot and ruin.

It began to descend. Even before contact, the pressure made Jared’s bones groan aloud, a high, brittle whine. The spiritual shield hugging his skin flickered like a candle far too close to death’s breath.

“Jared!”

“Mr. Chance!”