The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5944

Jared felt the sun still high but losing its warmth when his inner clock marked three quarters past noon.

A tremor shivered up the mountain. Far below, the first ranks of Malevolent Path Hall spilled into view, their banners a dark bruise against the valley floor.

The column thickened until it looked like locusts devouring the land. Wherever the mass rolled, grass browned, saplings folded, and every rabbit-trail went silent, as though life itself hurried out of their path.

Rotting breath rose from the army, a swirl of grievance, death, and raw demonic hunger. The fumes smeared the sky into a greasy gray, closing over the peaks like a lid on a coffin.

At the very front drifted the Soul-Devouring Puppet. Its chalk-pale eyes moved without hurry, raking across the range.