Chapter 5191 Loathe Posers
- Cold dread pooled in the general's gut; Jared's faint murderous intent was anything but theatrical.
- “Stand down,” Lunaria ordered, her voice a shard of moonlit crystal.
- The maimed man—face flashing from livid red to bloodless white—bowed under her command. With a final poisonous glare at Jared, he staggered away to stanch the bleeding with his demonic aura.