The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5793

Paxton's face darkened to iron. He knew the sect would crumble if the panic spread another inch.

"All elders—form up on me! Crush the revolt! Gavin, Yvette—take our elite, safeguard the cubs and the archives. If the line breaks, you escort them out, no hesitation!"

The moment Paxton barked the command, several pivotal nodes of the Sect Guarding Grand Array detonated in unison. Ghostly blue fire fountained skyward, shredding sigils that had shielded the mountain for centuries. The once-radiant barrier collapsed into a drab, quivering haze, and the innermost gates of the Myriad Beast Sect yawned open like a wound.

"No!" Paxton's shout cracked through the smoke, half warning, half disbelief. His heart sank into despair.

From every direction rolled fresh battle cries—hoarse, eager, merciless—an avalanche of sound sweeping down the peaks.

The rebellion of the Melded Beastkin had been plotted for seasons. Outer posts, inner vaults, even kitchen corridors erupted at once. Neutral tribes and a few pure-blood clans seduced by promises of power surged into the fray. Within heartbeats, Paxton's proud stronghold dissolved into civil war.

"Sir! The formation is down. The traitors command overwhelming numbers, bolstered by outsiders. We are encircled!" a steward cried, drenched head to toe, his own blood gluing fur to armor.

Paxton stared across a courtyard now burning like a funeral pyre.

He saw Bartram entangled in savage combat, saw trusted disciples butcher one another, saw Infinite Soul Demon Sect plants grinning behind masks of ash.

He knew things were not going well for them. If they continued to fight, the Myriad Beast legacy would die tonight.

"Pass the word—every disciple still loyal is to withdraw into the deepest reaches of the Myriad Beast Mountains. Scatter. Survive."

Paxton forced the order past clenched fangs.

"But, sir!" the elders wailed, voices breaking like old timber.

"Carry it out!" Roaring, Paxton erupted into a towering silver wolf. Moon-bright fur bristled crimson where fire-sparks met blood. One long, grief-soaked howl rippled over the compound. "All clansmen—follow me and break through!"

He took the rear alone, scything with silver claws that became whirling blades of light. Demon adepts and traitor bears reeled back, buying seconds—precious seconds—for the fleeing column.

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