On the Mystic Sky Sword Sect's side, stunned awe had mutated into a near-numb ecstasy.
Linden's sword hand trembled, not from fear but from an exhilaration so fierce It bordered on worship. His gaze climbed to the lone figure in the teal robe, swirling with relief, gratitude. wonder, and a raw hunger to touch such absolute might.
High above, Jared lowered his blade, and the devouring vortex of chaos closed as gently as a sigh.
With a flick of his sleeve, as if brushing away invisible dust, he fixed Sheldon and Garth with a look that now carried an unmistakable, teasing contempt.
"I really meant to stop showing off," Jared said, voice lazy, almost apologetic. "But what can I do? My strength simply refuses to cooperate. And now, it's your turn. Who wants to die first, or do you prefer to come together?"
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