The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5473

"In three relentless months, Celestia City had regained nearly eighty percent of its former splendor. Boulevards bustled again, incense drifted from market stalls, and laughter—still tentative—threaded through the crowd.

Yet beneath Aurelius' calm exterior coiled a darker thought.

The Fire Demon Lord and the Soul Devourer had fled into the shadows. They would recover. They would return. When that happened, the kingdom might face devastation all over again."

"King Aurelius, lost in thought?" a familiar voice teased from behind.

Aurelius turned. Artemis stood there, clutching a scroll of fresh reports, moonlight eyes bright against the dust-filled air.

"Nothing urgent," Aurelius replied with a measured smile. "Tell me, how fares the Herb Sect?"

"Remarkably well," Artemis said, excitement curling her voice. "Three months of bloodline fusion have boosted every disciple's strength. We've even prepared another cohort—all eager for Mr. Chance's... assistance. Their progress should soar once he guides them."

Aurelius found himself at a loss for words.

The Herb Sect had begun treating Jared like a walking fountain of sacred blood. Had the man possessed any less talent, the three-hundred-plus disciples of the Sect would have drained him dry by now.

Artemis and Yuliana, in particular, had turned the sessions into a silent contest, each refusing to yield a second of Jared's time. The rivalry left him scrambling—exhausted and perpetually in demand.

Just then, Jared stepped out of the tower's shadow, robe unfastened at the throat, eyes dulled by equal parts fatigue and determination.

Artemis' face lit up. She hurried over, whispering, "Mr. Chance, I've recruited several more disciples—each talented, each untainted. If you could just—"

"Please... let me breathe," Jared muttered, raising both hands in surrender before she could finish. "I'm running on fumes."

Aurelius interjected, "Let him rest, Artemis. The man's practically skin and bones."

"Exactly," Yuliana chimed, arriving at a brisk stride. "One man against hundreds of your demands—no wonder he's wasting away."

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