The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5983

He turned the question back across the snow. "And you, Luther... Where will your feet carry you now?"

Luther's shoulders sagged. The greenish fire in his eyes dulled as he muttered, "The Door of Reincarnation is gone. My clan may already be dead. l have nowhere left to return."

Jared watched the once proud ghost sink into silence, the ragged cloak hanging like wet ash. Memory supplied flashes of towers carved from bone, banquet halls lit by soul-lanterns, an empire now ground down to wandering survivors.

Pity, thin but unexpected, rose alongside his breath.

After a pause long enough for wind to slip between them, Jared said, "If nowhere feels safe, walk with me. l just arrived on level thirteen and could use someone who knows the edges."