The Man’s Decree – Chapter 6333

While Jared cultivated inside the Pentacarna Tower, the Tribunal's army arrived at the Skywolf Tribe.

It was a morning with no sun. The sky hung gray and dim. The clouds sagged so low it looked like they might press right down onto the ground. The wind tore across the Wastelands, snapping the tents hard enough to make them crack and whip, driving the beast race banners crooked and sideways.

Hadrian was on the training ground, practicing with his axe.

His wounds still hadn't closed up cleanly. In the battle at the northern mine, his left arm had been split open with a gash so deep the bone showed, and the burn from holy radiance across his chest still hadn't fully healed. But he was the Chieftain of the Skywolf Tribe. He couldn't go down.

Every morning, he came to the training ground and drilled with his axe. He used sweat to dull the pain. He used that war axe to tell his clansmen one thing without saying a word: he was still here, and the Skywolf Tribe was still here.