The Man’s Decree – Chapter 6241

Night hung heavy, like black silk soaked in ink wrapping itself around the world. Only a single moon hung in the sky, its cold light washing the barren mountains and wild ridges in a thin, deathly white.

The wind gave off a low, grieving sound. Everywhere else was dead quiet.

Deep in the night, a dark mass of people rushed along the rugged mountain road under the moonlight. The man at the front stood straight even in his ruin, and that man was none other than Godric, the former Lord of the Basilica who had once shaken an entire region.

More than 200 surviving disciples followed behind him. Every one of them wore tattered clothes. Their faces were drawn. Blood vessels webbed their eyes, and their steps had already gone light and loose, but not one of them dared stop. Ever since they started running for their lives, they had picked only the most dangerous paths, the kind no one ever used, hiding by day and moving by night.

During the day, they hid in dark caves or deep inside the forest. They didn't dare light a fire and filled their stomachs with nothing but dry rations and cold fruit. At the slightest stir, the whole group tightened like startled birds.