The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5243

At the final heartbeat before impact, a shadow slid between Jared and the beast, so quick it seemed birthed from smoke.

A middle-aged man in rough hemp clothes, as unremarkable as any village smith, raised a single fist.

There was no blinding aura, no ripple of power, only that bare knuckle kissing fur and bone. Yet the three-eyed lion screamed, as though a mountain had been dropped upon its skull.

The colossus skidded backward in terror, paws gouging troughs in the street, all murderous courage draining from its three eyes like water from shattered glass.

The brocaded youth lurched, nearly pitched from the saddle.