Xilan closely watched the figure outside the rugged gate, deeply hidden in the rainy, dark night.
His hands clenched involuntarily as he silently prayed in his heart.
Daniel's feet trod over the muddy and rain-soaked ground, taking him into the New Rule Garden as he walked.
This man, usually Xilan's right-hand man, now wore a solemn and serious expression, his gaze alternating between Xilan and the three Holy Scriptures.
He felt restless, yet his face showed no emotion, for he could not afford to, fearing he could somehow affect Xilan.
Xilan stared intently at the space behind Daniel, where shadows lingered on beyond the gate, seemingly with ease and devoid of any panic.
Xilan's hands rested on his knees as he looked at the gate, took a deep breath, and quietly waited.
Naya, drenched in rain, slowly walked into the New Rule Garden. His steps were unhurried, carrying specks of mud onto the stone bricks of the Patterned people.
