Not until Julius Reed stepped out of the mountain gate.
did that invisible restraint disappear from the Ridge Family members.
Surviving calamity, coupled with legs that had gone weak,
many Ridge Family clanspeople collapsed directly onto the ground, their faces deathly pale.
On their bodies, on their faces, there was more or less warm blood.
That was the blood of their brothers and kin!
Still warm.
"Pfft!"
Truman Ridge leaned against the doorpost, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, and his entire body swayed, on the brink of collapsing.
Using his only remaining hand, he pointed toward the mountain gate, "Julius Reed, I swear we will not rest until one of us is dead..."
"Master!"
The clan member who had run to send the message earlier gasped for breath as he ran over, "The Elders have already led the people from The North Sea here..."
"Too late."
