A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5912

A guttural roar—part pain, part rage—burst from Soul Devourer's throat.

Behind the emerald glare lurked a wary heaviness, a realization that rattled even a being of his stature.

His gaze locked on Jared—more precisely on the unremarkable ancient sword in Jared's grip and on the strange, pewter-colored domain swirling around the young man like a storm held in chains.

Soul Devourer's voice fell to a serpent's hiss as the earlier thunder drained away, replaced by a lethal calm. "I must admit that you have surprised me. I've underestimated you, Jared. Chaos fused with earth fire, a sword that masks its pedigree—you wield curiosities. But if you think such baubles can topple me now that I stand once more in the High Immortal Realm, you are sadly mistaken. My time in the Chthonic Abyss was for more than healing."

Before the last syllable faded, both of his clawed hands wove a labyrinthine sigil—an ancient demon seal throbbing with ill omen.

His jaws stretched unnaturally wide, spilling a shriek so shrill it knifed straight through Jared's soul.

"Earthcore Demonic Flame—heed my command. Rise!"

A thunderous rumble rolled out of the depths, loud enough to shake stray stones free from the cliff face.

Below, the once-sluggish crimson river of magma reared up like a prehistoric beast roused from slumber.

It bellowed, churned, and hurled molten waves against the rock.

From its depths shot columns of tar-thick flame, dark as clotted blood yet blazing with a heat that dwarfed ordinary lava.

Those were Earthcore Demonic Flames, horrors that made even High Immortals blanch.

They carried extreme heat, venom-laden earth fire, and a will devoted to chaos and annihilation—fire that could corrode celestial energy, rot magical items, and burn a soul to ash.

For the moment, however, that murderous sea of flame did not lash out at random.

Under the silent command of the demonic seal branded upon Soul Devourer, the Earthcore Demonic Flames obeyed. Like a hundred rivers abandoning their beds, crimson fire rivers converged, racing toward his shattered, half-ruined body.

Sizzle!

A chorus of sizzling rose—sharp, metallic, and violent enough to set teeth on edge.

The moment flame kissed his black-and-scarlet scales, ancient runes awoke across the armor, glowing a sinister violet beneath the firelight.

Instead of burning him, the dark red blaze seemed relieved, as though it had finally come home. Thread by thread, it seeped between the scales, sinking deeper, blending with the demonic aura coiled inside.

Power met power, and the fusion that followed was terrifying—a marriage of soul-devouring might and bottomless hellfire that made the air itself tremble.

"Ugh... Ah!"

The cry ripped from Soul Devourer’s lungs, raw and jagged, rolling through the cavern like thunder trapped in a coffin of stone.

His body ballooned beyond control, twisting as the newly thickened scales jutted like obsidian blades.

Black-red deepened to molten crimson, and rivers of magma-like patterns slithered across the armor's surface.

Tattered wings behind him swelled as the demonic flames filled the ruined flesh, mending, enlarging, deforming them into greater horrors.

Meanwhile, their edges burned with tangible dark-crimson fire.

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