The sheer amount of work and chores that our tireless and Mighty hero could achieve during the night was staggering to comprehend.
When the village arose the next morning, they could barely comprehend what this unusual visitor had done for them.
These were a shattered, but not broken, people. Overcome by loss, and having been terrorised and witnesses bloodshed beyond their experiences just the previous day, emotions were both dulled and confused.
But they recognised with gratitude what had been done for them by
Xin; yesterday and during the night.
He was, in every way, their saviour.
Having cleansed the village of plague and disease, Xin had once again felt the plagues source as coming from the mountains yonder.
And now that he has, you could spend one of your Dominion Points* to Decree through your celestial might, that the village will remain that way.
The ‘plague’ that was spreading from yonder direction seemed to be a combination of disease ... the common cold, and other ailments. They were not so much
driven outwards from the mountains, but more encouraged, and fed.
BUT there was an unusual one among them, he sensed: something that was unnatural to this world. Maybe a disease specifically engineered by this ‘Lord of Flies’.
He remembered the corpses he’d seen earlier the day before ...
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Each dead body seemed wasted from within, as though eaten by some virus or flesh-eating plague.
And every one of them had ‘stalks’ growing from it. At first, the stalks appeared similar to new plant shoots ... reaching for the sun.
But further observation left Xin with the distinct feeling that these growth were not floral.
It was this disease that was not natural to this world ... and Xin senses that while it didn’t rely on the other earthly diseases, it rode in their wake, taking advantage of people’s ill health and lowered immunity.
As the village awoke, and were surprised to find Xin still among them (and the work he had done), they found themselves heartier and healthier ... and happier.
And they showed Xin their gratitude through offerings of food and friendship. Among them, he saw Suzette and her daughter moving; as well as the boy who’s mother had been arrow-shot (although she was lying somewhere else, recovering from her wounds, undoubtedly).