The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5761

"Easy now, son," another elder, Bartram Barrington, rumbled, stroking his rounded chin. "It's not that we don't believe you, but this is just too absurd. Young man, can you present evidence to prove such marvels?"

Like Garrick, who had died, the council could not reconcile such power with a mere Human Immortal.

Gavin and Yvette felt sweat bead along their brows. They tried to speak, but Arden's knife-edge glance sliced the words before birth.

Paxton kept his silence, golden eyes fixed on Jared as though he would read the stranger's soul by sheer will.

Jared, for his part, remained as calm as still water, returning Paxton's stare without a single flicker of emotion.

To the elders, that silence resembled not confidence but the hollow hush of hidden guilt.

Arden gave a chilly snort. "Master, the matter stinks of subterfuge. A drifter of low cultivation boasting impossible might—clearly a demon sect plant using the oldest ruse of all. Detain him, and we shall have the truth by nightfall."

The temperature in the hall seemed to drop as tension drew every muscle tight.

Several elders dipped their chins in silent agreement.

Gavin and Yvette went sheet-white. The choking aura held their throats closed; not a syllable escaped.

Then, the small fire unicorn perched on Jared's shoulder sensed the hostility. It growled—a crack of volcanic earth—and ribbons of crimson-gold flame roared upward, licking the rafters in defiant warning.

A wave of regal, undiluted beastly majesty unfurled from the small fire unicorn. The solemn oppression that had weighed on the grand hall—emanating from every elder present—was suddenly thinned, as if mist scattered by sunrise. The air itself seemed to bow.

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