A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6433

“Everyone, heed my command.” Jared’s voice came out unnaturally calm.

"It was so calm that it made the bottom drop out of the heart.

There was not the slightest ripple in it."

But beneath that calm sat a finality no one could push back against.

“Put down your weapons immediately. Abandon your packs and supplies. Everyone is to leave Freevale separately.”

“Do not travel together. Do not gather on the road. Do not look back.”

“Do not cling to the ancestral homeland. Run as far as you can, hide your tracks, lie low, and cultivate in silence.”

“Never return to Freevale. Go. Move now!”

Rowe was the first to rush forward, his eyes already red, the rims raw as his voice caught in his throat. “Mr. Chance! What is that supposed to mean? You want us to abandon you and run by ourselves?”

“We’re not leaving! If there’s a fight, we fight together. If there’s death, we die together. We will not live while you stay behind!”

“Go.” Jared’s gaze did not waver, and his tone left no room for argument. Every word landed heavy.

“Golden Immortal might is not something we can stand against. If you stay, everyone dies in battle.”

“Not one person will survive. There is no chance of winning. No turn left for us.”

“Only if you escape can Freevale still have a flame seed. Only then can Freevale have a future.”

"The folding fan slipped from the lanky man’s hand and struck the ground.

He made no move to pick it up."

The light in his eyes went out completely, as if the last thing holding him upright had been cut away.

"The middle-aged woman's twin blades slipped from her hands.

They hit the ground with a bright, clean ring, sharp enough to scrape through the silence."

"Her body locked in place.

She stood there with nowhere to look and no move left to make."

"Old Man Vale's hand stopped dead in the middle of stroking his beard.

The color drained from his face. After a long breath, he let out a heavy sigh, his whole frame sinking under the weight of having no way to turn this back."

"Everyone froze.

The order hit them too hard, too fast. Death seemed to rush straight into their faces, leaving no space for a way out."

"Rowan braced himself on his cane and struggled forward, each step shaky enough to look like it might be his last.

His aged body swayed on the edge of collapse, but his voice still forced its way out, rough and hoarse. ""Mr. Chance, if we leave, we leave together. These old bones of mine don't matter."""

"You can't stay here and throw your life away. If we run together, there has to be some way to survive."

Jared gave a small shake of his head, and a thin, bitter smile pulled at his mouth. "I'm not leaving. You all have to go. I'll stay behind and hold off the two Golden Immortals."

"I'll hold back the Celestial Army and buy you time to escape."

"Only if I stay do you have a chance to make it out alive."

"If I leave, the Golden Immortal dominion will lock onto every last one of you. No one will get away. You will all be wiped out."

"His gaze swept across everyone present.

His voice was not loud, but every word came through cleanly and reached every ear."

"Freevale's roots were never in the soil of this vale."

"The roots are in your hearts. They are in the people who stay alive."

"As long as you live, Freevale has not fallen. Hope is still here."

"Don't waste time grieving. Don't linger. Go."

"Elder Cillian stood in silence for a long while.

Then he looked deeply at Jared, as if he meant to carve that moment into memory."

"That look carried respect, an unpaid debt, and the weight of a farewell he had no right to ask for.

Then Elder Cillian cupped his fists and bowed with solemn care."

"Master Chance, your honor stands high. You would give yourself up to protect every clansman."

"All the Sylvan Kin will remember the grace you showed us today for as long as we endure."

"We will not become your burden. We will take our people and withdraw at once, and we will live well."

"We will wait for the day we can repay today's blood debt."

"When he finished, he did not hesitate again.

He turned and swept his hand out in command."

"Three hundred Sylvan warriors followed him, turning into streak after streak of blue-green light.

They tore through the air and shot away."

"In moments, those lights scattered into the horizon.

None of them dared look back. Every vanishing streak carried the weight of a last march."

"Nathaniel's eyes had gone red.

Tears gathered at the rims, but he bit down hard and refused to let them fall."

"I'm not leaving! I'm staying here to fight beside you. So what if it means death?"

"Go!" Jared's voice suddenly came down harder, carrying a command that allowed no refusal.

"Take everyone with you and withdraw now. Don't drag me down."

"Don't betray the reason I'm giving myself up to cover your retreat."

"The celestials won't chase scattered fugitives immediately. You still have one thin chance to live."

"Go, and get as far away as you can! Survive. Guard Freevale's flame seed for me!"

"Nathaniel's tears finally broke free and rolled down.

He threw his arms around Jared in one fierce embrace."

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