The Man’s Decree – Chapter 6345

By dusk, the Skywolf Tribe's camp was empty.

The evening light spread like blood, staining the Wastelands a dark red. Wind swept in from the distance. It lifted ash and dust off the ground and spun them through the air like countless silent sighs.

The tents were gone. All that remained was bare ground and wooden stakes driven deep into the dirt.

The wooden barricades had been shoved down and lay scattered every which way across the ground. Some had already been burned into charcoal. Some still carried thin trails of smoke.

The ground was littered with dried blood. Some of it had gone black. Some of it still held a dark red stain. Patch after patch spread across the earth like scars cut into the land itself. The air reeked of char and blood, and the smell refused to leave.