The School of Senzang leaves the stage amidst a silent crowd. All of them move to stand by the wayside, and they begin staring fixedly at a group of a hundred followers approaching the center stage. The Gozadalus School has arrived, dressed in black, grey, and purple kimonos.
The leader of the group is a black-haired guy who looks like he’s barely out of his teens. He strides toward Kuri with supreme pride and takes the mini microphone from him.
“My name is Atanase,” he says to us all. “I am a direct servant of Gozad, and I’m here to inform you that ‘Lord Jao’ is an insect feeding on and tearing apart the foundations of this country.
“Many years ago, I helped lead the charge on Ruzumbhad. I saw the power of my own god firsthand, and I’m here to tell you that it surpasses anything of whi
