A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5465

"If the Dragon Bell weren't shielding us, we'd already be smoke on the wind," Artemis murmured, gripping her staff hard enough to whiten her knuckles.

Flaxseed shook his head, the usual mischief gone from his eyes. "Power like that can drown the entire level six in one tide."

"We can't let this continue," Onneas said, worry carving deep lines beside her eyes. "Their clash will pull level six apart."

No one answered; silence was the only admission of their helplessness.

Boom!

Another detonation rolled through the air like a cannon volley from angry gods.

The Fire Spirit Lord's golden blaze met the Fire Demon Lord's crimson inferno once more. Impact birthed a swelling orb of mixed flame, a miniature sun raging between them.

Cracks spidered through the surrounding sky, black fissures that threatened to peel reality open. Above, the dark-red vortex twisted tighter, and the distant black hole yawned wider, hungrier.

A thousand screams rose together and ended together, cut short by heat no throat could survive.

For dozens of miles in every direction, every soul—spirit, beast, or blade of grass—vaporized, leaving only drifting motes of ash that glowed, then died.

The valley became a wasteland in the time it takes a heartbeat to stutter.

Through narrow gaps in the Dragon Bell, Jared saw a hellscape: earth split into bottomless chasms, mountains toppled, rivers boiled dry.

The stench of scorched stone and cinder-soaked wind seeped through the cracks, promising nothing alive beyond their fragile shell.

In that instant, Jared understood what the chronicles meant by the might of ancient champions. Their very presence bent the fabric of the sky.

Even the stray ripples of power could level kingdoms, tear rivers from their beds, and write new coastlines in fire.

Boom, boom, boom!

The air itself split open, thunder following every heartbeat.

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