The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5242

A swordsman himself, Jared carried the Dragonslayer Sword, a legend forged of myth and steel, so the prospect of an entire city honed in its worship stirred a pleasant curiosity.

"Let's take a look inside," Jared said, already striding toward the yawning gates.

Kishor halted on the dusty road outside Swordmaster City.

Bathed in the late-afternoon glow, the ramparts before him loomed like an iron tide frozen in mid-crash, their arrow slits glinting with cold promise. He folded his thick arms, a single crease barely troubling his brow, then shook his head.

"I'll stay out here and wait," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate against the stone.