The steady drumbeat of sabotage was a poison in the veins of the HON. Each clinic torched, each medicine shipment hijacked, was more than an operational setback; it was a blow to the entire network's morale. Fear, that most contagious of diseases, was spreading faster than the smallpox they fought. Reuben watched the Societal Stability Index waver and drop throughout the map, a direct casualty of Crane's shadow war.
He could no longer simply react. Guarding singular sites with the 'Guardian's Mark' was a defensive strategy, a series of solitary bulwarks against an advancing tide. What they needed was a citadel. Something so visible, so unmovable, that it would stand as a perpetual rebuttal to Crane's campaign of terror. They needed to stop building clinics and start building a legend.
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