The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5462

The moment the Fire Spirit Lord turned to leave, calm daylight shattered. Wind howled, clouds convulsed, sky and earth traded places.

A thunderclap—raw, explosive—ripped across the heavens, loud enough to make bones ring.

Those black clouds he had banished moments earlier regrouped, thickening into a bruise-dark canopy that flushed the firmament blood-red.

The Fire Spirit Lord halted mid-stride. For the first time, gravity etched his brow. He faced the vault of red and, just for a heartbeat, surprise flickered in his ancient eyes.

Everyone craned their necks. Above them, crimson clouds spun like a colossal wheel, carving a whirlpool into the sky. Bolts of red lightning writhed inside that spiral, snarling, each crack louder than the last.

At the eye of the storm yawned a black hole—vast, lightless, hungry enough to inhale the sun itself. A blast of suffocating terror rolled out of that maw, curling around their ribs like icy wire.

"W-What in all realms is that?" Yuliana's voice shook so badly the words scraped her throat.

Aurelius went pale. "That aura... It dwarfs the Soul Devourer!"

Artemis clenched her staff until her knuckles whitened. "Is another demonic creature breaking through? A stronger one?"

Flaxseed gave a grim shake of the head. "I don't know. But whatever is coming, it's the kind of nightmare legends warn us about."

The valley, still trembling from the recent clash, fell into an even deeper silence. It was a hush so complete that every survivor heard the frantic drumming of his own heart.

Out of that hush came a shrill streak of sound—high, metallic, almost gleeful—before a dark-red pillar of light speared down from the churning void overhead.

The beam hung there, molten and alive, and within its fiery column a blurry silhouette struggled into focus, limbs coalescing as though being forged in a furnace.

When the glare thinned, a man stepped forward—a man, yet somehow more. He wore a robe the color of fresh blood. His face was arrestingly handsome, but a wicked curve haunted his lips, and his eyes burned like twin furnaces, casting sickly red reflections across the broken stone.

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