Amidst the mountains, a weary sigh suddenly echoed.
"Haah, haah..."
A person, wrapped tightly in a black hood even under the blazing sun—almost as if "suspicious person" were written across their face—halted their steps.
The leader's fingertips unconsciously rubbed an ancient leather map, whose route, marked in dark red paint, was already blurred and unclear.
Around him, a dozen or so figures dressed similarly appeared one after another from around the mountain path's corner.
They deliberately maintained distance between each other, their wary eyes glinting from the shadows of their hoods.
Observing their attire and noting the Holy Emblem pinned to their chests, their identity was unmistakable.
Sinful Desire Cultists.
Though the "Holy War" had ended, and the Divine had decreed for believers to continue hiding, this group hadn't left with the main force.
The Evil God Church never had much control over its non-zealous members.
