The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5811

The gravely wounded were carried to the spring first. Novice healers rinsed blood, fed pills, and coaxed life-essence into shattered meridians.

Those with lighter cuts ringed the perimeter, weapons ready. Years of warfare taught them prudence even inside Jared's ward.

Others knelt among newborn flame spiritual plants, clipping each stalk like fragile glass, packaging portions for the patients who could best absorb its blaze. The encampment, moments ago a panicked mob, began to hum with ordered purpose.

Gavin and Yvette healed fast. The pair volunteered to help look after heavily-injured folks.

Yvette gently settled Clara beside a warm, glassy slab at the spring's edge.

Clara swallowed one of Jared's pills, then sipped the crystalline water.

Cool vitality threaded through every nerve. Charred channels sent back pinpricks of relief so pure she nearly moaned.

She gathered her focus and set the Sky Scorching Sword Art flowing. Strands of mild fire energy from the secret realm seeped into her veins, mending flesh at a speed the outside world could never match.

Only after order returned did Jared finally lift his eyes to the tallest crystal peak nearby—a mountain crowned by phantom golden halls aflame.

At its summit stood a solitary figure in scarlet robes, back turned to the camp, face toward the deeper inferno.

Heat whipped his sleeves, yet an air of chilled solitude clung to him—dignity laced with quiet sorrow.

It was Reiner.

Jared's body dissolved like mist.

He reformed an instant later beside Reiner, shoulder to shoulder on the sun-hot ridge.

Reiner's frame shivered—barely a breath—yet he did not turn. As though he had foreseen Jared's arrival from the very start.

No words. Only the distant bellow of flame oceans below and the hiss of furnace winds between them—two masters sharing a silence that needed no translation.

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