Chapter 6065

The air behind the Celestial Grand Venerable trembled as the pair stepped forward.

The silver-robed man’s sleeve stirred in a wind that did not touch the banners below. The God-king sigil at his brow glowed once—soft, restrained—yet the space around him folded inward as if bowing.

Beside him, the woman in violet seemed carved from moonlight. Silver hair streamed down her back, each strand bright against the darkening sky. Her eyes were calm, almost curious, as they settled on the lone figure standing before Godsbane Hall.

Jared felt it then.

Not killing intent.

Not rage.

Weight.