Jared didn’t pursue them.

He slid his sword back into its sheath and turned to face Darian.

Darian’s face had already gone pale.

It had known Jared was strong—but not like this.

More than a thousand Demon Dragons hadn’t even lasted the time it took an incense stick to burn.

That level of power was far beyond anything it could hope to resist.

“Darian,” Jared said evenly, “I’ll give you one chance. Kneel, and I’ll spare your life.”