The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5809

The moment Jared crossed that threshold, a force one hundred times richer, and far wilder, than anything outside slammed into him.

It smelled of primeval wilderness and felt like a colossus of fire rousing from sleep to swallow him whole.

A single, resonant hum rippled through space, then the dizziness of transition broke, and the world opened like a curtain yanked from a stage. Even Jared, tempered by battlefields and heavens alike, caught his breath.

He was not inside some petty cave-dweller's hideout. He stood within a self-contained realm, cut loose from level ten itself, forged entirely from living fire.

Overhead stretched a sky of perpetual combustion: no sun, no moon, no stars, only rivers of molten flame thick as syrup. To the east flowed newborn dawn-gold fire, warm yet imperious.