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"Two... Only two. That's not enough..."
For the night, the raid decided to stay in the same banquet hall, but Marianne couldn't fall asleep. Bryce promised to try to convince the participants to join their conspiracy, but she expected a few more people. Perhaps, deep down, she hoped to recruit half of the raid – and then bloodshed wouldn't even be necessary. But two... This meant that they would have to resort to extreme measures.
Marianne was distracted from these thoughts by Bryce's quiet whisper:
"We start acting tonight. Remember, the main thing is caution and determination."
"May God help us..."
"Don't you think it's a bit hypocritical to pray before killing your own comrades?"
Marianne barely managed to stop herself from slapping Bryce. First, it would be ineffective because of the helmet, and second, she didn't want to attract unnecessary attention.
"I know I'm doing a good thing. If we can't stop this madness, we'll doom all these souls. You know that some demons don't even let you die properly, but turn the deceased into their revenant servant?"
"No, darling, I've never died. And I don't intend to die here."
At the same time, one of the heroes sat alone at the other end of the hall. Unlike Marianne, his head was not tormented by heavy thoughts. The demon's voice, sounding in his mind, brought with it a strange calmness and composure. There was no more room in this hero's heart for doubt, or compassion...
For the night, the raid decided to stay in the same banquet hall, but Marianne couldn't fall asleep. Bryce promised to try to convince the participants to join their conspiracy, but she expected a few more people. Perhaps, deep down, she hoped to recruit half of the raid – and then bloodshed wouldn't even be necessary. But two... This meant that they would have to resort to extreme measures.
Marianne was distracted from these thoughts by Bryce's quiet whisper:
"We start acting tonight. Remember, the main thing is caution and determination."
"May God help us..."
"Don't you think it's a bit hypocritical to pray before killing your own comrades?"
Marianne barely managed to stop herself from slapping Bryce. First, it would be ineffective because of the helmet, and second, she didn't want to attract unnecessary attention.
"I know I'm doing a good thing. If we can't stop this madness, we'll doom all these souls. You know that some demons don't even let you die properly, but turn the deceased into their revenant servant?"
"No, darling, I've never died. And I don't intend to die here."
At the same time, one of the heroes sat alone at the other end of the hall. Unlike Marianne, his head was not tormented by heavy thoughts. The demon's voice, sounding in his mind, brought with it a strange calmness and composure. There was no more room in this hero's heart for doubt, or compassion...
Do you hear the people sing,
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of the people
Who will not be slaves again!
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of the people
Who will not be slaves again!