Chapter 5792

The pill gleamed like a promise of new worlds, and in its sheen, Garth saw every sneer his people had suffered, every allotment where spirit stones were weighed and found “too precious” for hybrids. Rage fused with longing, crystallizing into a single, irrevocable decision.

With a snarl, he thrust out a taloned hand, snatched the Enlightenment Pill, and swallowed it dry-no ceremony, no hesitation.

Cold fire knifed through his skull, clearing cobwebs even as it awakened a deeper, more feral surge that beat against his temples like war drums.

“Good,” he growled, each syllable a flint strike. “I am in.”

His tail lashed, sending sparks skittering. “Tell me how you intend to arm us.”

Knowing the plan was close to success, the black-robed men were delighted. “We will deliver a cache of high-impact demon talismans and single-use self-detonation weapons-perfect for plunging the sect into chaos and removing key elders in one stroke. Simultaneously, our forces will spark skirmishes along the outer ranges, drawing patrol squads away. The timing rests with you, Mr. Thornscale—but strike soon. The longer we wait, the more likely things might go wrong.”

Several tense days later, inside the ruined core of the Myriad Beast Sect, Paxton convened an emergency council in the hall. Around him sat Bartram, Gavin, Yvette, among others.