The Man’s Decree – Chapter 6411

Jared moved forward at an even pace. His boots crossed the cold, hard volcanic stone slabs of Blackstone Gaol's Third Depth, and every step landed with a presence as steady as a mountain.

On both sides of the passage, prison doors crowded the walls in rusted rows. Their iron faces were caked with blood grime laid down over a thousand years, and a dark, murderous residue clung to them like old smoke.

Sealing sigils wrapped layer after layer around the doorframes and chains. A dim, oppressive spiritual light pulsed from them, pinning the imprisoned cultivator adepts inside with a grip that refused to loosen.

Jared lifted his hand and focused.

A thread of pure, restrained chaotic force gathered around his fingertips, answered his will, and sent a sharp cold gleam bursting from his palm.