A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5744

At last, the creature crashed to earth like a crumbling hill, the impact rippling through the clearing and making the ground shudder. Jared sank to one knee, bracing on the blade, lungs heaving while cold sweat slicked his brow; that single strike had drained the scrap of energy he had just regained and torn open half-healed wounds.

Ignoring his own bleeding silence, he hurried to the small fire unicorn, scooping the trembling cub into his arms and flooding it with a thread of pristine celestial essence.

The blessed beast's vitality proved stubborn. Under that nurturing flow, the burns on its scales dulled, and it nuzzled Jared's palm with shy gratitude, though its bright eyes still drooped with fatigue.

Jared's gaze fell to the ape's fallen bulk, and a spark of calculation flared behind his exhaustion. New to this land, wounded, and on foot, he needed both a guide and a mount. The ape's strength—and its familiarity with these woods—promised both.

He closed his eyes and sent a calm command through spiritual sense, offering the beast a chance at servitude instead of death.

Yet even choking on its own blood, the ape's eyes still burned with wild defiance. A guttural warning rumbled in its torn throat—it would rather die than bow.

Jared's brow tightened.

Enough mercy.

Golden light flickered in his pupils as he stopped masking the royal Draconian blood coursing through his veins. An ancient, sovereign dragon's power awakened and billowed from him like a sleeping emperor rising.

The pressure bypassed flesh, spearing straight into soul and bloodline—terror incarnate to any beast.

The once-defiant ape began to quake uncontrollably, every massive muscle shivering beneath its black fur.

A pressure rolled off Jared like a tidal wave of ancient bloodline—a draconic supremacy etched into the fabric of life itself. The forest hushed. Every beastly instinct inside the black-furred giant ape screamed that it now stood before royalty.

The murderous gleam in its eyes vanished. Trembling, it tried to bow that mountainous head, a muffled whimper rising from its throat—half apology, half plea for mercy.

Jared dismissed the dragon's power, stepped to the creature's brow, and pressed his palm against its coarse hide. "Submit to me, guide us out of this forest, and you will live."

All hint of defiance died. The ape lowered its skull until its tusks raked the earth, surrender woven into every sinew.

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