Jared thumped his chest once, bold as dawn. "Open those mongrel eyes wide. I'm standing right here. You promised to peel my spirit, to burn me, well, come collect!"
"I'll face you with nothing but Human Immortal Realm Level Six cultivation, and one hand tied if that helps your pride. Should I so much as frown, I'll gladly take your name as my own."
The brag rattled even the Draconians, scales clinked as they exchanged uncertain looks, while behind them, Soul Devourer's fury rose like a blood moon over ruin.
Coall edged closer, his rough whisper trembling over the torn flagstones. "Mr. Chance, aren't you pushing confidence a touch too far?"
After all, the creature across from them was a relic of the abyss, an ancient terror that had brooded for tens of thousands of silent, murderous years.
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