Around Quincy, freed cultivators added their voices, first a murmur, then a swelling roar that echoed off the quarry walls.
"We will heed your orders, Immortal Lord!"
"Take us under your protection!"
"Command us, and we will lay down our lives!"
Jared swept his gaze over the bruised, dust-covered cultivators who now crowded the ruined hall. Through the grime and exhaustion, he could still see their hearts, soft embers of kindness refusing to die in all that darkness.
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