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SEVENTY SEVENTH HOUR OF CARNAGE.
TWO MILLION HAVE BEEN KILLED.
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It took a while for the Wei to kill all the awakened anarchists among their group, suffering a staggering loss of two thousand civilians in the process. Now all they could hope to do was hold out and pray the Emperor gave their Shen Ce the strength to pull through the Kloan crisis still raging.
But they had a glimmer of hope left, with reinforcements surely on the way from Easterlind City, did they not? Or the Samurai en route from the Capital now even.
But, at any moment, monsters beyond the Wei's ability to control and contain could burst forth and break their stronghold, leaving the city entirely laid bare to the Damned. The Commissar senior among them thought he had no choice now but to engage in a final, risky ploy.
He issued a challenge to the Chosen One, arranging a duel to take place in the Middle. It was a simple ploy, but if pulled off effectively, a miraculous one. For by killing the Chosen, the cohesion of the Damned and their beasts, something barely extant as is, would be broken in an instant. The HEUSites would devour each other right away, and the result, even if it were a failure, would still satisfy the Dark Lord regardless.
But what was important was that, if he succeeded, the crisis would be over in no time.
But if he failed? The crisis continued.
The Chosen, receiving this message, had to make a choice now, and decide what meant more to him. His will to serve his rapist? Or his pride? His belief in might maketh right, or his need to live...
>The Chosen accepted the challenge and went to face the Commissar in the Middle.
>The Chosen accepted the challenge, and ensured his victory by any dirty means.
>The Chosen accepted the challenge, and then had the Commissar whisked away by his men and slaughtered, just to send a message that they didn't play fair, they didn't negotiate or engage.
>The Chosen simply had him fooled and sniped once he revealed himself.
