The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5421

"No matter," Stebarin muttered, his tone as calm as mist on a pond. "Plenty of harvests await me in the days ahead..."

He cinched the bag shut, turned his back on the fleeing mortals, and glided after the wavering shadow host, shadowing Soul Devourer's path like a blood-scented breeze.

Jared's duel with the twin elders raged through another dozen brutal exchanges. Each clash drained more of the primordial fire from his veins.

His arms burned, palms numbed, and perspiration rained from his brow. Even Dragonslayer Sword's gilded flare dimmed, as though the blade itself felt fatigue.

A quick glance through the haze confirmed it, the last survivors were specks on the far ridge, finally beyond the army's reach. Relief eased the iron band around his chest.