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A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5252

Summary for Chapter 5252: A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance)

Chapter summary of Chapter 5252 – A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) by vicx

In Chapter 5252, a key chapter of the acclaimed Novel novel A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) by vicx, readers are drawn deeper into a story filled with emotion, conflict, and transformation. This chapter brings crucial developments and plot twists that make it essential reading. Whether you’re new to the book or a loyal fan, this section delivers unforgettable moments that define the essence of A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance).

“Strange—Kishor is nowhere in sight,” Flaxseed muttered, scratching his sparse beard. “He didn't leave without us, did he?”

“No,” Jared replied, voice quiet yet stone-sure. “If something delays him, so be it. We proceed alone.”

He had complete trust in Kishor's loyalty.

With that verdict rendered, they veered straight for the black-mawed entrance of Darkwind Gorge.

Darkwind Gorge looked like a corner the world itself had renounced. Ink-dark gales whipped through the ravine, carrying sand as fine as ground obsidian that crackled against the stone like skeletal applause, a chorus of wronged spirits grieving in secret.

Flanking the entrance rose twin night-black statues—ten-story high, carved as snarling yakshas. Greenish flames smoldered in their hollow eyes, fixing every trespasser with a hunter's patience. Dried blood streaked their torsos, the iron tang still clinging to the wind.

Beyond them, sheer basalt walls clawed upward, their fissures exhaling a shrill lament that shifted from a woman's sob to a beast's roar. Above, a ceiling of charcoal clouds crushed the sky, allowing only a bruised, reluctant light to seep through.

The instant Jared's spiritual sense brushed the interior, a syrup-thick stench of blood slammed into him. Demonic aura swirled with the scent, coalescing into a wine-red mist that drifted between the rocks like something half liquid, half nightmare.

Jared answered with silence; only his narrowed eyes moved as he unfurled his spiritual sense like an invisible net, inching it deeper into the valley's diseased heart.

The valley did brim with a demonic aura, yet it felt nothing like the Malevolent Path Hall's icy brand of soul-melting darkness.

Here the energy beat like a war drum—wild, blood-hungry, and primitive—straining against the air as though it could not wait to lap at living veins.

Jared stretched his spiritual sense across the ravine, skirting each roving patrol, hunting for the slightest trace of the Malevolent Path's emblematic sigils.

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