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The night had already grown deep.
Aige and his carefully selected Guards were panting heavily as they made their way through the jungle, knowing that if they could just hold on a little longer, they would reach the prearranged evacuation point and leave this war-torn country for good.
This was the route he had meticulously chosen for having the fewest Mutants.
He might even owe thanks to the Believers who were still bravely fighting the Mutants in Antigon, using their lives and blood as the price to build a frontline that had held back the Mutant invasion, providing them with this safe escape route.
Aige wasn't worried about the Guard betraying him.
Now that the Chief Judge's misdeeds he had used were exposed, if captured and returned to the Church, their fates would be the same as his: tied to stakes and burned alive by furious Believers—this was both for him and for their own futures.
