"Enough!" Jared shouted. His voice carried an authority that brooked no argument.
After observing with cool indifference, he finally moved. He did not erupt in blinding light or trumpet his power. He simply placed one foot forward.
That step folded the distance like cloth. In the span of a blink, he crossed over one hundred meters and set himself between Neville‘s back and Boneshade's descending fist.
He lifted a single finger, slender, pale, almost delicate, and tapped toward the blow capable of pulverizing mountains.
Every eye, including the distant, lofty gaze of the Soul Devourer, contracted to pinpoints.
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