470 Vars: A Lonely Rebellion

"Vars! Oi! Vars wake up. We have work to do." A man shouted, and Vars opened his eyes, still exhausted. "Is it time? We've been working all night," He growled.

"The villages are still alive. We can't sleep." The man replied with a grunt, "It's either kill or be killed," He looked away, "If we don't, he's going to pit us against each other. I rather kill a stranger than someone I knew for a day," He walked away.

Vars scratched his head as he stood, "Does it matter? Whether we know each other or not? That won't change the fact we're killing."

"The more reason to not care. We don't have a choice, not against a god." The man waved his hand, urging Vars to hurry. "Hurry!"

"Yes, Dad." Vars walked behind his father, yawning as they entered the inner sanctum of Almora's ancient burial, one of Katal's biggest cults on the eastern side of the elvish kingdom.