[Can you guys elaborate what the fuck you an by them already being defeated?] Nepherage asked the twins. [It sounded like the battle ended in a minute.]
[It...kind of did?] Porcelain Doll answered first. [I think this is sothing between shown and explained. Logos, Pathos, do you mind assisting?]
In various corners and hiding spots of Emberona, the kaijin began to settle themselves in preparation for a mont that had played out just minutes ago. However, they and the curators would be pouring over this footage for hours once they finished watching.
Especially since what they saw was an incomplete picture, due to the awkward angle the Doll Twins were situated in when everything went down.
They were able to see everything play out, but they weren't able to hear anything useful.
...So, what happened?...
In a small corner of the city of Emberona, two particularly weird sects with incredibly polarizing rulesets were in the middle of performing their nightly rituals.
On one side was the Sisterhood of the Hearth, aka, that group of sexy nuns who were trying to recruit Zhen Liu and his friends earlier in the day. They were in the middle of a ritualistic orgy.
On the other side was the Brotherhood of the Burnt Loins, a monastic order of voluntary celibates who all wore specially made self-immolating chastity belts. They were in the middle of resealing their belts for the week.
The two sects rarely got along with each other due to their differing values, but they never seed to turn violent on each other despite having every reason on paper to do so.
Even when they were arguing with each other about how their rituals were sins to one another, they never seed to act on their threats. Especially since the lack of bloodlust in their voices made the Doll Twins think that these guys were all bluster with no bite.
That is, until the wall that the two aforentioned sects had their respective headquarters built next to suddenly exploded and allowed a whole fuckton of Erupting Dawn Soldiers to suddenly enter like roaches being smoked out of a wall.
Now, this should've been the part where the soldiers get the drop on the arguing worshippers and cause a massacre that would inevitably cause instability in Emberona and lead to Zhen Liu and his friends ddling because…reasons.
However, while a massacre did happen, it went in the opposite direction.
In a surprisingly brutal manner too.
To be more precise, shortly after the contingent of Erupting Dawn soldiers made their appearance, a group of Temple Guards had arrived at the scene in an almost clockwork-like manner.
Then, under the leadership of these elite warriors, the Sisters of the Hearth and the Brotherhood of the Burnt Loins put aside their differences and absolutely slaughtered the enemy soldiers.
Normally such conflicts lead to casualties on both sides, with bodies piled high enough to be relatively disturbing.
The only corpses present at the aftermath of this particular battle were those belonging to the enemy soldiers and nobody else.
The warriors composed of the three aforentioned aligned factions seed to move with a weird amount of coordination that could only be described as chanically beautiful. Honestly, the only comparison the twins could make in regard to their movents were those of the zakos whenever they were in battle formation.
It looked natural but had a heavy degree of unnaturalness to it.
Once the battle was over, the respective mbers of each sect helped to clean up the ss alongside the temple guards, who then proceeded to plug up the hole as if it never happened.
And once it was all said and done, the two conflicting sects went back to yelling and cussing at one another over their religious practices, as if they hadn't just disemboweled multiple motherfuckers just seconds ago.
The blood on their hands was still cooling and coagulating as they argued.
…Well, that was weird…
The kaijin were silent as they tried to process what the fuck they had just witnessed through the eyes of their proto-counterparts.
On the one hand, it was impressive to see how such disparate warriors managed to execute ticulous military movents with perfect coordination and timing. On the other hand, that made no goddamn sense since these guys didn't appear united in the slightest.
Such coordination required warriors that were familiar with each other down to the strands of hairs on their heads, or zakos.
Not a bunch of arguing religious nutters.
[Okay, either I'm going nuts or there was sothing deeply wrong with the way those guys were moving,] Nepherage noted. [Seriously, did you see how flawless that switch-up was? It was like they were sharing a brain. ]
[Yeah,] Hurricroak agreed. [And that's coming from us, the guys who literally have connected brains.]
[So is it a hive mind situation or sothing else entirely?] Razorstella asked. [Because I sincerely thought we wouldn't be dealing with that kind of thing until we run into Buzza or so weird swarm cultivator.]
[We don't know,] Springerdermain answered. [So I suppose we'll have to leave it for the curators to sort through.]
...Okay, what do the smart people think?...
=Yes, but...=
Logos trailed off as they waved a hand over the display and caused several pieces of armor to start glowing before expanding into even more detailed panels.
These panels showed the exact era each piece of armor was used and what materials were used to make and reinforce them.
It was in these displays that Pathos understood what was bothering Logos.
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