"Ghost Clan Escape Art! After them!" a Level Nine elder barked, voice splitting the air.
He started forward, but Jared stepped into his path, sword point leveled. "Your opponent is me."
The Dragonslayer Sword hovered steady in his hands while more than 50 celestials glowered back. No tremor touched his stance.
Lucian let out a laugh too tight for humor. "Jared, arrogance won't save you! You think we can't break you?!"
"Find out," Jared said, voice flat.
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