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It was the people. It had to be the people. The Wei would be merciless in their endeavor to take back Kloa. They'd set the people to work, what with all the tools and resources they had on their side for manufacturing and restoring vehicles. They were likely under the impression that if they helped the Wei to contain the presence of the Damned in their city and confine them from the streets, they'd be able to rescue their loved ones and the holy woman whom they held in high regard.
The Chosen trembled.
"NO!" he cursed. It would not happen. They had to break. They couldn't be allowed to overturn or tip this precious stalemate held in the city, or else by the time reinforcements arrived, the Damned would be in danger. He makes a brash decision, and impales the holy woman on the bident, before impaling her again. She wouldn't break, then she would suffer, her final hour would be one that was excruciating, and finally she did scream, utterly hopeless. One success. But no more.
The body was mounted on a pole and taken out during the night set where the Wei could find it. When they found the grisly mess left behind, it hit the people like a wave.
But they did not fall even lower. This time, they stood up somewhat. They had guns now, the Wei began arming the people with spares and unused weapons.
'This is our city!' Cries the followers of Surasira, the Wei all too eager to send them to die in their stead. And they would without mercy, for now by fighting alongside their authority and behaving, they'd earned second chances in the Lokas. This death would not be their end, and so many spirits had just been denied to the Damned who reap. Denied to the Afterseas. It was a bungle to kill the holy woman. It only galvanized the peasants.
