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Holy City, 1 week after The Catastrophe, POV:
"Sort them out! Those who you think are infected to the left, the rest to the right! Don't let them escape!"
The knights pushed the crowd of refugees aside, some grabbing one at a time, stripping them of their cloth on the spot.
If they didn't find any wounds on them, they would push them aside, allowing them to leave. As for the wounded, the majority of the people were pushed towards a group of knights who wielded torches and were gathering firewood, setting the poor bastards ablaze.
Behind them, the gates of the city were closed and locked with powerful magic, keeping the infestation at bay.
Not far away from the chaos, sitting in a tent reserved for the general of the army.
In it, a bulky knight was looking at the map of the city, with parts of it colored green, showing the infected sections.
"This isn't good. If this continues, we will lose the entire city in a month. There are still important and valuable materials kept there what the fuck are the peopled from the Capital doing?"
Behind the knight a dark shadow appeared, its eyes and mouth glowing in a faint light as it whispered into its ears.
"Everything is fine. Everything is under control."
As the whispers entered his ears, the eyes of the knight became empty and lifeless as he repeated the words of the shadow in a deadpan voice.
"Everything is fine, everything is under control."
"You should send in more men to rescue them."
"I should send more men to rescue them."
"Now go. The battlefield awaits you."
The knight walked out of the tent like a zombie leaving the shadow alone.
"...I can feel your presence. You can not hide from me."
Slowly, the ground slightly shifted making a small hole from which something rose.
It was a pile of brown earth, which depicted vaguely the figure of a man, with glowing green eyes.
"Earth. Why are you here?"
"The same reason you are, Discord. I heard the call of earth. The ground is crying in happiness for the gift Putrefaction bestowed on the city. A sight like this must be experienced with one's own eyes."
The shadow stared at the mud monster for a while, then he glanced at the map.
"You know, sometimes I am grateful for the prophecy that tells us our fate. It makes it... easier."
The shadow put his hand on the table.
"All this destruction without any materials. Make you wonder, with War's financial aid, what sort of hellish machine he is making right now."
*****
"Here is the sample you requested!"
The servant of that girl brought me a metal tray, which had the cut off the arm of someone, which was covered in a white fungus-looking thing.
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