| 163 | Operation Aversatrix Mortem
*BOOM!!!*
A light flashed followed by a thunderous shockwave that threatened to burst the ears of those who meet it. The southern city, the hotspot of the rebellion, had now fallen into chaos as one of their buildings exploded into damnation.
Dust shrouded a part of the city, along with a bellowing black smoke rising through the skies. What exploded was their armory, a building where they stored their weapons, and ammunitions such as gunpowder.
"What the hell is going on?" Somewhere in the interior of the targeted building, a Latran yelled out, confused by the sudden explosion of their armory. He was a coyote-like beastfolk, signifying him as part of the Latran Tribe.
"Boss, our armory just exploded!" One of the rebel beastfolks reported to the Latran, who gazed at him in confusion. "And why did it explode?" He questioned, wanting to know the reason. The rebel beastfolk couldn't answer, testing the patience of the Latran.