Chapter 5808

Sword-shaped flames, flower-shaped flames, and roaming ember-clouds tore through the sealed space. Perception warped under the blistering heat. Razor-keen sword intent pressed from every direction, crushing and scorching whatever dared remain inside the domain.

That blistering tempest of blades was none other than Reiner’s famed domain-a scorching nightmare he had ridden across level ten of the heavens, crushing every challenger as though the sky itself belonged to him.

Paxton shouted, his throat raw. “Sir!”

Clara’s voice overlapped his, sharper, higher. “Mr. Chance!”

The others staggered back, horror blanching their faces. Beneath that hellish domain, they could scarcely defend themselves, let alone lend the slightest aid.

Jared gazed into the roaring inferno and sighed, the sound soft, almost regretful.

“So reason is off the table after all,” he murmured, the words as calm as falling snow.