Interlude: Parry This You Filthy Casual

(Foundation Spy POV)

The previously stagnant cult currently identified as The Wanderers Chosen have undergone a significant change. Previously if skilled and knowledgable you wiuld catch glimpses of their knights. Fully plated individuals that could move silently, and fluidly like their armour wasn't there. They were usually equipped with different styled weapons from the medieval age, but they weren't limited to what culture. The Foundation in a bid to understand their magic tried to capture one of them using a squad of

MTF Unit Beta-777.

We lost 3 of them and the third came back without an arm. Turns out the bastard's armour is warded to resist reality warping, and they have a panic button on them. They would've wom if not for the dozens of reinforcements. The survivor reported how when retreating he saw them make a ritual circle on the pavement out of his teammates blood. He now has an intolerable fear of looking at the colour red. Whether because of the ritual or trauma is unknown.

This was obviously a message, but the Foundation decided to still observe them. And I would say it was a good choice considering I'm still alive. What's been worrying though is how instead of being seen with medieval esc weapons the've been spotted with firearms. What's more there's also been more dispearances than usual occuring with a sudden spike in children and babys. They've always been increasing their numbers through what seems to be indoctrination though for them to be more brazen means they believe themselves stronger.

And that's when it happened. I got reports of a sighting and my job was to try and figure out why the Chosen were at skme random field. When I got there I found myself looking at some Chosen Knights fighting some heavily modified abominations. It screamed in what can only be called binary as a Desert Eagle appeared in one of the Chosens Knights and blew off its leg with one shot.

This was bad

The Chosen had somehow found a way to enchant guns, and somehow made the bullets act like grenades. As I pulled out my phone to start recording the battle a Chosen Knight looked right at me, and a felt myself unable to see.

(Chosen Knight P.O.V.)

The abominations had been dealt with, but ine of those pesky watchers had been stalking us during the battle. As per orders of the Chosen that guides in the Surpreme One's stead ordered we are to not allow the watchers to report on our dealings with the abominations. This naturally required their deaths along with 2 others that came after. Our God the Wanderer himself had returned to us all. And just like his gifts 200 years ago he had done the same. Showing us our ineptitude through which we wielded his powers he demonstrated just how fortunate we are to serve him.

I just like many others had my doubts believing them to be a farce just kike many others. But they showed me the errors of my ways through which I gladly accepted. Out God had given us all the gift of immortality, and best of all allowed us to serve them for eyernity. And the artifacts those things of which the Wanderer had crafted and created to serve as tools to bring them glory. The books and tool they created allowed for the path to technological wonder. By the 1900s we could've conquered the world with our advanced weapons and pills they had created.

But the Wanderers Chosen corrected our thinking. We would allow the world to prosper, but we would still spread ourselves to spread the word of the Wanderer. The Missionaries ever blessed had been able to bring many to our cause, and with the Wanderer among us we shall bring more to witness his glory.

(Get that it's a lil short, but my situation for my break last time decided to fist me in the ass and I might need to take another one

Gettin real sick about needing to have to divert time to sorting out stupid people fucking up my shit, but yeah.)