- Sally ho~

Holy shit!

So apparently the warden of the root cellar, a sequence 7 Shadow Ascetic going by the name of Rezo, felt that his retirement was a bit too abrupt.

So, he decided to prolong his employment and get a promotion at the same time by proclaiming himself the leader of the island.

And thus the revolution was begun~!

Or something like that. I couldn't really be arsed to remember all the minute details of what happened. There were a lot of politics and history and relationships stuff and Don, being overly enthusiastic about such details, ironically caused me to gloss over the story instead.

Anyway, long story short. Rezo, big bad guy. Probably all we have to do is bonk his head and our problem will be solved.

Ugh... Why is my spirituality draining... Fuck me is some angel or god involved in this whole shit? I better ask Don to repeat the story again to see if there are any clues...

"Arthur!" A booming voice echoed from the doorway. A thumping sound was heard as heavy footsteps marched closer. Bors appeared at the entrance and his face brightened up. "Ah! There you are. Come! We have assembled a rough force to sally out and it'll be unfortunate if you did not take this chance to bring back the rescued villagers."

Ugh. What shitty timing. I haven't asked Don to repeat his story yet...

Bors grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me towards their staging area. With his strength, if not for his apparent admiration of me, I would have thought that he forcefully wrestled me out of the house.

We marched towards a group of warriors carrying metal clubs, probably fashioned out of pig iron. The weapons seemed even heavier than a ship's anchor but they weilded them easily with one hand.

To be able to use a battering ram as a hand held weapon leaves no doubt that they are beyonders.

I remember Don telling me most warriors were prisoners? Why would prisoners be so strong? Doesn't make much logical sense to me... Probably just magic beyonder bullshit...

All of them were smiling though. As if they were about to go on a date with a beautiful girl instead of out to fighting for their lives.

Yep. Beyonders are all insane.

"Warriors!" Boomed the voice of Bors. "Our little hero is here and now it's time for us to have a little fun! Remember! Prioritize water and medicines! But don't consume anything! Not until we bring it back to be cleansed. The night dwellers are readying an altar in our camp to cleanse our loot!

FOR THE TRUE CREATOR!"

A loud cheer was chorused amongst the warriors, "FOR THE TRUE CREATOR!"

My head retreated into my body as my neck almost dissapeared like a turtle retreating into its shell.

Uhh... More spirituality being drained... Something is really really off... Why do I get a bad feeling from all this?

Without warning, the warriors immediately stormed out of the perimeter of the camp. A couple of seagulls dived towards them to immediately end up into a red paste from a swing of their iron clubs.

The warriors stormed towards the center of the island and not long after, Bors followed after them, carrying a suitcase sized metal box under his arm.

Something in that box smells... Tasty...

I blinked my eyes, and crouched towards some bushes.

Guess it's my turn now...

Fortunately, the rebels seemed to be distracted by the recent commotion and nothing attacked me along the way.

Moving cover to cover, I was finally able to enter some denser foliage and summoned some smoke to distort my shillouhete.

After trekking a couple of random directions and feeling more confident that I am not being followed, I headed towards the rescued villagers hiding in the forest.

***

I used to remember getting lost in malls, and now I can easily chart my path through dark jungles and hidden creeks. Man being a beyonder is kinda cool. Gotta promote quick! Then I can be even more awesome.

Lemme try to remember how to promote quick... The key thing about potions is not about grasping them, but digesting them! It's nothing about tapping powers, but acting! And the name of a potion is not solely symbolic at its core, but a concrete imagery, and the 'key' to digestion!

Remember that you're only @*7!#&.

Huh? What's that?

...

Anyway! Digest! Digest! Quickly digest so I can be an awesome god of doom! Or maybe god of boobies is more fun!

***

After a while, I located the villagers huddled amongst themselves to keep warm.

"Sup choombas! Your knight in shining armor is here to save the day! I've met up with a camp of defenders and they've set up a small base to fight back against those insane prisoners."