The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5471

"Fire Spirit Lord, are you hurt?" Onneas asked, gentling her voice when she saw how drained the immortal looked.

The Fire Spirit Lord drew a shaky breath. "I will recover. The cost was steep—that is all."

"But the Fire Demon Lord escaped with the Soul Devourer, and they will flee to level nine. From now on, peace up there will be only a memory."

The weight of that future settled over the group, dimming every face.

No one dared imagine what vengeance those two might unleash once the Ninth Heaven lay in their grasp.

Yuliana's voice quavered. "Then... what do we do now?"

Drawing courage into his lungs, the Fire Spirit Lord said, "First, we heal. I will summon a few old allies—if any still live—to stand with us."

"Until you hold absolute power, stay clear of level nine." His words landed like a seal across their hearts.

Each person nodded. Aside from Onneas, none possessed strength to challenge that realm.

"I must depart as well," the Fire Spirit Lord murmured. "After this battle, I may need a decade—perhaps more—to mend my essence."

With that he became a pillar of living flame and vanished into the sky, leaving only a fading heat in the air.

"Time to move," Onneas whispered, turning away before the chill of what lay ahead could settle into her bones.

Everyone gave a silent nod, then followed Onneas away from the ruined valley. The moment they stepped beyond the cleft in the cliffs, awe stopped them cold.

A wasteland stretched for leagues—nothing but pulverized rock and silent, ashen earth.

Chasms split the ground like bottomless scars, mountains lay in crumbled heaps, riverbeds ran dry, and the air itself tasted of burnt metal.

Above it all, thin ribbons of dull crimson and faint gold still drifted, curling through the sky like mournful streamers—lingering echoes of a battle no mortal should ever witness.

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