The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5645

That darkness erupted as a single, towering spear of black light, too wide to be an arrow, too sharp to be a storm-racing for Jared and Sylvia with an animal howl.

They saw the beam coming and felt every drop of blood turn cold. A direct hit would not merely wound, it would shatter bones, scatter organs, and leave whatever was left begging for release.

"Ms. Vale, what do we..." Jared began, voice already cracking beneath the roar of onrushing death.

"I know!" she cut in, eyes fixed ahead. "Together, now!"

She gave a quick, decisive nod, the way a commander signals retreat or charge when there is no time left for speeches.