Chapter 571: Interlude - The Self-Fulfilling Prophecy I
The pebbles were thrown fairly indiscriminately, only Tympestshard truly ‘spared’ from Galdir’s rampage. A number of other ‘nations’ were also spared his casual mass-murder to divinity, mostly due to a lack of a major population center.
Both the gnoll tribes of Dairalt and the yetis of Tuvan would bristle at being called a ‘nation’, each tribe fiercely independent and fighting with the rest of them. Their lack of unity and greater civilization was their salvation, as Galdir didn’t find throwing a pebble at them worthwhile. The monks of the Bhutai Provinces were similarly spared direct attacks, but the shockwaves didn’t play nicely with the structural engineering the giants required.
Nime’s Pyongyin was spared in two parts. The first was the presence of other, larger cities nearby proving to be more tempting targets, and the Endless Waterfall that splashed down into the heart of the tiny nation, making an easy shot difficult.
They were quick to seize upon the moment, throwing a ‘grand’ military parade through the heart of the capital. A whole three dozen [Mages] were in attendance, and the spears and shields weren’t quite ready, the [Soldiers] boldly saluting the [Glorious Leader] with sharpened sticks.
As the troops marched past the mushroom-headed [Golden Grand Generals], each one showing their dedication to Spore upon their head, the [Glorious Leader] in question was giving a rousing speech.
“... this is clearly an Immortal plot to destabilize Nime! The foreign agents are working with Rolland to destroy and undermine our glorious and peacefully expanding nation! Our unity will remain unshaken! Our autarky is our strength! Even now, our armies are marching forth to fight the Imperial Forces, where we will exterminate them once and for all!”
Hyeong Sung’s heart swelled with pride at the words. He would do his job! For the Fatherland! He was a fresh [Spore Spreader], and had studied ants, of all things. There was this fascinating fungus that seemed to control ants and make them fight each other, and he’d tried to mash a couple of skills together the System offered to make it work on elvenoids. His [Trainers] had assured him that it would work, without a doubt, and Hyeong Sung had no reason to doubt that they were the best and the brightest, and completely accurate in their assessment.
He couldn’t wait to cast [Gangshi Plague] for the first time.
The order for the Poison Classers to dump thousands of gallons into the river made by the Endless Waterfall did cause a minor twinge of concern in his heart. His family lived in a little village by the river, and the Poison could do terrible things to them if they weren’t careful.