"Mr. Chance!" Luther and the surviving captains rushed in, eyes brimming with concern and reverence.
That single battle had seen Jared smash the three-hundred thousand Celestial Army, slay the Grand Venerable, drive back envoys of the Fourteenth Firmament, and unveil the mythic Golden Dragon Bloodline.
From this moment on, Jared's name would echo through every corner of level thirteen.
"I'm fine..." Jared said, waving them off as he turned toward the battlefield.
Of the three-hundred thousand Celestial Army, fewer than fifty thousand escaped; the rest lay dead. The hundred-thousand Beastfolk Army had paid clearly as well, dwindling to a little over thirty thousand survivors.
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