A Man Like None Other

Jared’s form flickered once more, materializing before another soul in a seamless dance of movement.

This unfolded repeatedly, and in the mere span of a heartbeat, those souls engulfed in flames dissipated into nothingness, leaving behind only bewildered silence.

“How… How is this possible?” Keiran’s eyes widened, awash with pure horror.

He struggled to comprehend the inexplicable. How could Jared, a mere Third Level Tribulator, wield such unimaginable power?

He couldn’t grasp the reality of witnessing his meticulously crafted souls, each infused with the ominous essence of demonic fire, being effortlessly snuffed out by a mere Third Level Tribulator.

As Jared nonchalantly obliterated the souls, Keiran felt a wave of panic engulf him. Without hesitation, he bolted toward the horizon, knowing that once he reached home, even the formidable Jared would be rendered powerless against him.

“Hmph, where do you think you’re going?” Jared emitted a disdainful snort, then swiftly gave chase.

When it came to manipulating flames, Jared held an unyielding confidence.

the fire nascence and wielding multiple varieties of demonic fire, he remained

Stride, was a mastery

an instant, he closed the gap with Keiran, his presence looming

force, causing Keiran’s mid-air flight

you’ll get to experience what it feels like to be scorched…” In the palm of Jared’s

Boom!

heat enveloped Keiran’s body, its ferocity defying

practitioner, to be surrounded by flames, the inferno now seemed imbued with a sinister sentience. It penetrated his skin with voracious intent,

Keiran’s lips

Keiran’s plea echoed desperately, yet

a Seventh Level Tribulator reduced to pleading for mercy at the hands of a Third Level Tribulator was a spectacle seldom

his wrist, Jared quelled the flames consuming Keiran

state; gone was his usual poised demeanor befitting a

“Hand it over.” Though Keiran hesitated, he reluctantly surrendered the