A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5803

Jared shook his head, calm but immovable. "All of you go first."

Paxton and Clara froze mid-stride, startled by the quiet finality in his tone.

"Gavin and Yvette are still out there," Jared said, eyes flaring with flint-hard resolve. "They didn't come back on time, so trouble should've found them, and I will not abandon them."

Clara's breath caught. "But the patrols are everywhere now. Alone, you'll be a beacon to them—please reconsider!"

Paxton added, voice low but insistent, "Those two youngsters are sharp. They might simply be hiding. If you walk into the open and—"

"There is no if." Jared's reply drifted out like steel drawn from a sheath—smooth, decisive, and beyond appeal. "They brought me here, so it is on me to see them out alive."

"Head to the secret realm. Send me the exact coordinates and the method to enter. Once I have them, I'll meet you inside."

Clara heard the certainty in his voice and knew further pleas would be of no use.

"Then take this." She bit her lip, pulled a red feather-shaped talisman from inside her cloak, and pressed it into his palm. "The Blazefire Talisman is one of the keys to the realm."

Her words flowed fast, each syllable a blueprint. "Travel southwest for roughly twenty thousand miles to Crimson Rift Gorge. Deepest inside stands a rock face that burns day and night. Channel fire-type power through the talisman and carve the seal I just shared into the air with your mind. That will pry open a temporary gate."

The moment the intricate sigil flickered into Jared's mind, he memorized it, slipped the talisman away, and gave a steady nod.

Clara's voice cracked. "Be careful. We'll wait for you inside the realm."

Paxton and the remaining Myriad Beast disciples bowed deeply. Hope and gratitude gleamed behind battle-weary eyes. "Take care, Mr. Chance."

Jared answered with a single nod. His figure blurred—then vanished as though the very air swallowed him. Not so much as a ripple of space remained.

For a heartbeat, Clara stared at the empty space he'd filled, then forced herself to turn back, swallowing the strange ache in her chest.

"Mr. Riftlcaw, we leave now. Lightly wounded disciples, help the badly hurt. We move!"

Under her command, the mixed band of Mystic Sky Sword Sect elites and the battered remnants of the Myriad Beast Sect slipped from the hidden valley, ghosting southwest toward Crimson Rift Gorge.

Once alone, Jared pushed his mastery of spatial step and veiling art to their cruel limits. He became an unseen breath riding between leaf-shadow and stone.

He arrowed through forest, cliff, and dusk-lit hollows, a phantom whose senses fanned outward like an invisible radar dish, scouring every inch for the faintest echo of Gavin and Yvette while threading flawlessly between roaming search parties.

Following the route Paxton had provided, he veered toward the Mystic Sky Sword Sect's last known perimeter, where dim residue of combat stained the air and covert clan markings of the Myriad Beast Sect glimmered on bark and stone.

Those markings pointed toward an obscure track snaking back toward the sect's ruined headquarters.

Were they exposed when they headed back to the Myriad Beast Sect headquarters?

Hold on. The thought plunged like lead through his chest.

They were ambushed here.

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