The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5389

On the ramparts of Celestia City, clouds as black as spilled ink pressed low, squeezing out a rain so dark it looked like liquid night. Each droplet hissed with demonic aura, cracking against the battlements.

Ieuan braced both hands on the slick stone, his pulse hammering.

In the distance, a moving shadow swallowed mountains and rivers alike.

It was the Demonic Soul Army, one hundred thousand strong. Wherever that tide rolled, valleys split, forests died, and daylight simply ceased to exist.

"Sir, the Demonic Soul Army is at the walls!" his most trusted adviser squeaked, nearly sobbing as he pointed at the advancing darkness.