The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5187

Stinking blood rained over the forest, stirring uneasy rustles, but no creature dared show itself again.

Flaxseed smacked his lips. "Your sword is getting dangerously sharp. Back in my prime, I..."

"Enough," Jared cut in, waving him quiet. "Save the heroic saga for your relatives. If we drift another half-day without answers, we'll nab the first traveler we see and demand directions."

They flew on. Any beast foolish enough to charge from the clouds died beneath Jared's thunder-swift strikes, and he pocketed seven inner cores, each far purer than those of the third heaven, ideal for future brews.

Toward sunset, the horizon blazed rose-gold, sheathing the billows in molten light.