The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5506

"Mr. Hexford... Disaster... The Soul Urn stolen... The gold-robed master..."

The words were severed, throttled by silence. Ash drifted down like gray snow, settling across the marble floor as though mourning what was still to come.

Drystan's easy smile vanished. Eyes bulged wide as shields. He slammed the desk; oak detonated beneath his palm, splinters spraying like shrapnel.

A torrent of spiritual power erupted, rolling through the chamber in crushing waves.

Cultivators toppled, faces drained chalk-white, dropping to their knees without a breath to spare. He paced, one thunderous step, then another, boots drumming a war-beat against stone. Each stride bled fury. In his glare burned a promise to set the world itself alight.