The Man’s Decree

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.

wielding multiple varieties of demonic fire, he remained

the Blazing Stride, was a mastery beyond any

he

the void, Jared unleashed a potent force, causing Keiran’s mid-air flight to grind to a

don’t you? Well, now you’ll get to experience what it feels like to be scorched…” In the palm of Jared’s hand,

Boom!

heat enveloped Keiran’s body, its ferocity defying

customary for Keiran, a fire technique practitioner, to be surrounded by flames, the inferno now seemed imbued with a sinister sentience. It penetrated his skin with voracious intent, delving into the

A pained cry tore from Keiran’s lips as

give the soul back to you!” Keiran’s plea echoed desperately, yet Jared’s demonic fire

of a Third Level Tribulator

flick of his wrist, Jared quelled the flames consuming Keiran in an

state; gone was his usual poised demeanor befitting a scion of a

his voice firm. “Hand it over.” Though Keiran hesitated,