Chapter 5242 A Collision
- A swordsman himself, Jared carried the Dragonslayer Sword—a legend forged of myth and steel—so the prospect of an entire city honed in its worship stirred a pleasant curiosity.
- “Let’s take a look inside,” Jared said, already striding toward the yawning gates.
- Kishor halted on the dusty road outside Swordmaster City. Bathed in the late-afternoon glow, the ramparts before him loomed like an iron tide frozen in mid-crash, their arrow slits glinting with cold promise. He folded his thick arms, a single crease barely troubling his brow, then shook his head.