The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5984

The wasteland finally loosened its claws only after Jared and Luther had flown south for what felt like forever.

Each mile of cracked basalt gave way to darker ice, the horizon refusing to move. Wind howled through their protective wards, salty with minerals, cold enough to peel skin from bone had the aura faltered.

Jared kept half his focus on the barriers, half on Luther's silent silhouette ahead.

By the third morning, the air itself seemed to glow. Each inhale carried threads of energy so thick they tingled against his teeth.

Jared tasted pine and lightning, a density unimaginable back on level twelve, and the Focus Technique inside his core spun greedily, begging to drink deeper.