The War of Faith continues and my company’s search for independence led them down a path they can’t come back from.
The Thornsingers were forced to defend their idols from Castellan Lazri’s angry mob of traitors. They fired warning shots, but had to make examples of the frontline.
One by one, the idols the sisters revered were brought down. They overwhelming numbers and reinforcements washed over the battlefield. Their waves crashing on the lines and receding to flamers, boltguns, and blades.
Only Commissar Mondero and Lt. Gen. Borges witnessed the lone Sororitas tank playing the symphony of last rites with its organ piano. A miracle that it still carried a tune after a direct hit from a vanquisher cannon. It’s pipes haunted the lonely streets and defaced cathedrals. The officers rested behind the ruins of their destruction and wept.