Chapter 5718

“Coall, take the Draconian army. Strip this battlefield to the bone-every corpse, every vault, every glimmer of treasure.

Search Bonewither Cliff from rim to roots. Leave no survivor, seize every storage ring, and scour the altar for anything tied to the Soul Devourer-scrolls, communication devices, message arrays. Miss even a cobweb and I will know.”

Mercy had no place here. Surrendered or not, Skyfiend disciples died the same, and their rings fed the war chest Jared needed to keep tens of thousands of scaled soldiers marching.

If resources ran short, he would lead the army across level nine and harvest what the weak failed to defend. Survival, after all, favored the ruthless-unless one bowed as sincerely as Neville had.

“Understood, Mr. Chance!” Coall’s cavernous voice rattled loose dust from nearby skulls.

Roaring with draconic delight, Coall launched the plundering sweep. To a Draconian, hoarding glittering relics and sniffing out buried secrets was less a duty than a blood-etched instinct.

Jared settled cross-legged beside the grotesque skull altar. Part of his mind steered the tower, distilling Elder Bonewick’s soul into usable fragments. The rest slipped like liquid light through every rune carved in the altar, hunting for the faintest trace-coordinates, a shadow, a breath-left by the Soul Devourer’s wandering remnant.