The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5274

Among the Sword Sect contingent, Jared's faded blue coverall looked almost out of place beside rows of spotless white uniforms. At his waist hung Dragonslayer Sword, plain steel when compared to the fancy swords carried by everyone else.

Lyra nudged Jared's arm, her breath forming pale curls in the brisk mountain air. Her voice dropped to an urgent whisper. "Jared, look... Over by the gate."

Across the flagstone square, three young men in polished silver mail escorted a fourth in crimson.

That man, tall, sharp-jawed, his brow framed by raven-dark hair, moved with the careless grace of someone who had never known failure.

A faint, crooked smile carved itself across his lips, the unmistakable smirk of Jayson Morrow.