Each of Jared's words landed like a thorn, needling deeper into Rowena's heart until her composure threatened to shatter.
Moments ago, she herself had boasted of the Nethergate Sect's unassailable might. Now that pride felt as fragile as frost under morning sun. Never had she imagined Jared would make enemies of demons of such terrifying pedigree.
Suddenly, Rowena's brow furrowed. The disciples trailing them froze, blood draining from their faces.
Even Jared felt the ripple in the aura around them, a chill crept along his spine.
"Someone's closing in..." Rowena murmured, drawing a shaky breath. "Several powerful cultivators... And they're almost on top of us."
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