A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5644

This time, he unleashed Maxwell's taught sword technique—a hurricane of sword energy radiated from his frame, each beam homing on Winston like meteors hungry for impact.

Simultaneously, Sylvia wove her fingers through a rapid series of seals; ripples of crystalline sorcery burst outward, hammering the air toward Winston in glittering waves.

Winston laughed, welcoming the double assault. "Excellent—show me everything you've got!"

His hands blurred, conjuring a massive gilt shield that blossomed before him, absorbing the twin storms with a resonant clang.

Steel-bright echoes—clang, clang, clang—rang out, scattering sparks across the battlefield.

Sword light and mystic force collided with the golden barrier, chiming like crystal bells smashed by hammers.

Impressive as they were, Jared and Sylvia's strikes only rippled the shield's surface; the wall reformed instantly, almost taunting them.

Winston's laughter boomed. "Is that all? You really think such feeble sparks could singe me?"

He clasped his palms; a lance of molten gold erupted, surging toward the pair with the roar of a collapsing star.

Sylvia shouted, "Move!"

She yanked Jared sideways, both bodies rolling clear an instant before the beam punched a crater into the stone.

The detonation thundered through the valley; dust and rubble geysered upward, leaving a smoking hollow large enough to swallow a cottage.

Jared caught his breath amid the haze. "This isn't working, Ms. Vale. Winston's power eclipses ours—we're barely scratching him."

"We don't have the luxury of quitting," Sylvia replied, green eyes blazing. "If we fall back now, everything ends here."

She wiped a thin ribbon of blood from the corner of her lip, steadied her breath, and met Jared's gaze. "We have to find a way to bring him down," Sylvia said, her voice soft yet steeled with resolve.

A heartbeat later, Winston's fingers blurred through a whirlwind of sigils. Gold light burst from his palms in a glittering storm, each beam a needle of divine wrath that rained toward them like a falling constellation.

Jared's eyes narrowed. "Ms. Vale, split up—now!"

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