A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5792

The pill gleamed like a promise of new worlds, and in its sheen, Garth saw every sneer his people had suffered, every allotment where spirit stones were weighed and found "too precious" for hybrids. Rage fused with longing, crystallizing into a single, irrevocable decision.

With a snarl, he thrust out a taloned hand, snatched the Enlightenment Pill, and swallowed it dry—no ceremony, no hesitation.

Cold fire knifed through his skull, clearing cobwebs even as it awakened a deeper, more feral surge that beat against his temples like war drums.

"Good," he growled, each syllable a flint strike. "I am in."

His tail lashed, sending sparks skittering. "Tell me how you intend to arm us."

Knowing the plan was close to success, the black-robed men were delighted. "We will deliver a cache of high-impact demon talismans and single-use self-detonation weapons—perfect for plunging the sect into chaos and removing key elders in one stroke. Simultaneously, our forces will spark skirmishes along the outer ranges, drawing patrol squads away. The timing rests with you, Mr. Thornscale—but strike soon. The longer we wait, the more likely things might go wrong."

Several tense days later, inside the ruined core of the Myriad Beast Sect, Paxton convened an emergency council in the hall. Around him sat Bartram, Gavin, Yvette, among others.

Every torch burned low, as though the unrest that had ravaged their mountain had stolen even the fire's confidence.

"Sir Chance has been gone for days," Paxton said, voice low yet heavy enough to press on every rib in the room. "I can only wonder what trouble he walked into at the Mystic Sky Sword Sect."

A flicker of worry crept across his eyes before he forced his shoulders broad again.

Gavin thumped a paw-shaped fist against his chest plate. "Sir Chance is powerful. Trust me. He will return without a scratch, and probably carrying the heads of anyone foolish enough to block his path."

Yvette traced a nervous circle on the lacquered table. "I wish I shared your certainty," she murmured. "My heart keeps fluttering like a trapped bird, warning something terrible is about to break loose."

A sudden roar outside drowned the hall—steel clanged, beasts shrieked, panicked shouts collided in a rising storm.

"What is happening?" Paxton barked, his chair scraping backward.

Before the word was finished, he cast his awareness outward. The hall trembled beneath the surge of his lion-borne spirit sense.

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