Chapter 5702 Subjugation
- "Sir—" The single syllable left Jared's cracked lips like a plea whispered through dust-dry lungs.
- Relief flared, then fled. His chest caved inward, knees turning to water, and the world pitched. The breath he forced out carried flecks of bright blood—royal lifeblood he had burned without hesitation—leaving his body hollow, spent, trembling on the edge of collapse.
- "You have done wonderfully," the Tower Spirit said, his timbre deep and gentle, as if every word were a hand steadying Jared's faltering soul.