Chapter 5506 Are You Certain
- "Mr. Hexford... disaster... the Soul Urn... stolen... the gold-robed master—" The words were severed, throttled by silence. Ash drifted down like gray snow, settling across the marble floor as though mourning what was still to come.
- Drystan's easy smile vanished. Eyes bulged wide as shields. He slammed the desk; oak detonated beneath his palm, splinters spraying like shrapnel.
- A torrent of spiritual power erupted, rolling through the chamber in crushing waves. Cultivators toppled, faces drained chalk-white, dropping to their knees without a breath to spare. He paced—one thunderous step, then another—boots drumming a war-beat against stone. Each stride bled fury. In his glare burned a promise to set the world itself alight.