Chapter 5642 Face Together
- Winston's aura bled outward, blanketing every jagged cliff and bone-white boulder in Death Gorge until the air itself seemed nailed in place.
- "Name's Jared Chance," Jared announced, meeting the lord's stare without blinking.
- Winston's brows shot up. "Jared Chance? The same brat who supposedly butchered Prince Percival, the Grand Elder, Lord Myles, Lord Ashcroft, and half a dozen others?"