Chapter 5963

Remembering Sidney’s precise cadence, Jared pinched the ragged Guiding Talisman between two numb fingers. Guided by that memory, he snapped it open. Pale threads of light spilled out, wriggling like earthworms desperate to burrow into soil.

Each strand latched onto a current within the raging void and anchored itself, tugging him toward a path too narrow to see.

Jared followed, jaw clenched against the sideways gravity that kept trying to wrench his boots free. News of the Ghostspring Sect thudded behind his ribs like a second heartbeat, forcing speed over caution.

Boulders of compressed air slammed into them. What might have been careful detours became straight-through collisions instead. Every impact left a fresh bruise singing beneath his armor.

Half a day of that punishment hardened into a raw ache along his shoulders and the back of his throat.

When the talisman finally led them to the warped shimmer at the belt’s far edge, dried blood had glued one sleeve to his arm.

The sight still stole his breath—space folding into itself like liquid glass kneaded by invisible hands.