A Man Like None Other

Deep within the Tenth Hall, in a dimly lit and enigmatic secret chamber, the flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the stone walls. Hundreds of bodily spirit lamps lined the chamber, each a silent testament to the life force of an important member of the Tenth Hall.

Tennyson, the ruler of the Tenth Hall, stood alone in the chamber. His dignified yet solemn presence filled the room as his sharp, hawk-like gaze remained fixed on a single lamp-Octavion’s.

From an early age, Octavion had demonstrated exceptional talent and wisdom, surpassing many of his peers. Yet, an unexpected twist of fate had led him to fall in love with a woman from the outside world-an act deemed heretical by celestial law. The strict codes of their kind branded him a traitor, an outcast unworthy of his lineage.

For the sake of his son’s happiness, Tennyson had orchestrated a way out. Under the guise of an important mission, he had sent Octavion and his entourage away from the Tenth Hall, hoping he would use the opportunity to escape -free to elope with the woman he loved, free to carve out a simple yet blissful life away from the shackles of celestial law.

At that moment, Tennyson’s heart pounded like a drum, his gaze tense with anxiety and unease.

He knew that Octavion’s bodily spirit lamp still remained in the Tenth Hall despite his departure. Its presence meant that if Octavion never returned, the Celestial Palace would inevitably take notice. Once they deemed him a defector, they would dispatch enforcers to hunt him down. If that happened, Tennyson understood he would have neither the authority nor the power to intervene.

with a decision-should he relocate Octavion’s lamp or extinguish it entirely? Either way, it was the only

spirit lamp, it suddenly flickered twice before vanishing without a trace. His eyes

it-Octavion was gone. His only son,

way to grant Octavion

why he had insisted Octavion take all his personal guards-so he could protect him from afar. But now,

child really have gone after Jared?”

long moment, he finally managed to suppress the storm raging in his heart. Taking a

his gaze landed on a figure clad in a flowing black robe. The ferocious beast embroidered on the fabric seemed to come alive under the dim light, its eyes gleaming with menace. The man’s face was deathly pale, his sunken eyes hollow, as if he had just returned from the depths

voice laced with dissatisfaction. “Octavion has fallen for a woman from the outside world, breaking the laws. He bears the burden of his crime-how

purpose. But let me make it clear-Octavion is dead. He gave