Chapter 5606 The Brawl
- Myles reemerged amid swirling dust, only to find a woman in shadow-black robes and several strangers blocking the path. His brow dug a hard line across his forehead. "Identify yourselves." His demand drifted across the stilled air, each word a warning that battle might follow the answer.
- The woman, Rowena's cloak flared behind her like a shard of midnight glass. Her eyes—hard, glacial—swept across Myles' party before freezing on him. "We are disciples of the Nethergate Sect. This man holds our Golden Pass. While that sigil shines, he stands beneath our shield. Touch him, and you make corpses of us first."
- Myles answered with a crooked smile that cut as deep as the sword at his hip. "Nethergate Sect? Step aside. The Malevolent Path Hall has business here. Interrupt us again, and we will not stay civil."