From: Prophet Cha Dawn
To: Delon Sak, Minister of Security
Delon,
The experiment is completed, and the gas is for use now. The factories are already mass producing it, and first shipments should be on their way to the border now.
I want you to send some explosive experts to place the gas canisters into tactical positions, so that the border will be mined against the Believers.
Tell your men to be careful, this stuff is very dangerous.
Nest of Fear
Yet another squadron of locusts ascended quietly into the heavens, while the personnel of the secretive military base were helping any wounded locust or just repairing and supporting the nests of the indigenous flyers. Up to a radius of thousands of kilometers from the base, patrols were flying, their telepathic sense never missing a soul.
It was just another normal day.
Further to the sea, a tired but ready locust flock was flying towards Nest of Fear. Suddenly they saw what was a small Believer patrol, on the shore a few hundred kilometers west of them.
The great flock quickly changed its course; it was time to hunt again.
The Believer patrol was devoured before they themselves even realized it. One moment, everything was fine and the next, all the soldiers were down on the ground, squeezing their heads or trying to claw their eyes out, while locusts after locusts swarmed over them. It was all over in a moment.
To: Delon Sak, Minister of Security
Delon,
The experiment is completed, and the gas is for use now. The factories are already mass producing it, and first shipments should be on their way to the border now.
I want you to send some explosive experts to place the gas canisters into tactical positions, so that the border will be mined against the Believers.
Tell your men to be careful, this stuff is very dangerous.
Nest of Fear
Yet another squadron of locusts ascended quietly into the heavens, while the personnel of the secretive military base were helping any wounded locust or just repairing and supporting the nests of the indigenous flyers. Up to a radius of thousands of kilometers from the base, patrols were flying, their telepathic sense never missing a soul.
It was just another normal day.
Further to the sea, a tired but ready locust flock was flying towards Nest of Fear. Suddenly they saw what was a small Believer patrol, on the shore a few hundred kilometers west of them.
The great flock quickly changed its course; it was time to hunt again.
The Believer patrol was devoured before they themselves even realized it. One moment, everything was fine and the next, all the soldiers were down on the ground, squeezing their heads or trying to claw their eyes out, while locusts after locusts swarmed over them. It was all over in a moment.
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