The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5920

A voice suddenly rang out. "Leave?"

It was a dry, mechanical tone, cold as metal, vibrating like the hidden gears of a cosmic law grinding into motion.

Soul Devourer whirled, cloak snapping though no wind stirred this desolation.

Three ashen figures now enclosed him in a flawless triangle. They looked vaguely human, yet he could not be certain that they were alive.

Ancient gray-white robes draped their forms, wide sleeves brushing the dust-colored ground. Faces blurred beneath shifting mist; only the vaguest contours of nose and mouth remained.