This ploy to utilize zealots and extremists garnished much skepticism from Mizu. She rolled her eyes at Xaiyu as the sheep strolled in like cattle. To steer the zealots and extremist in a direction beneficial to their cause was easy enough as some people are just looking for a reason to be outraged, to be heard, to be more. Xaiyu is would chuckle to herself. A clear indication that she was indeed giving herself a pat on the back. She was no stranger to the behavior. Perhaps she was worshipped in the past. Whatever the case, the evangelist had done their work above expectations. Their message spread like wildfire and as such, ignited the hearts of many. Xaiyu would take the stand by leaping upon a make shift podium made of large logs carved and stacked high. This was just outside the barriers of the forest of death. She would clear her throat to allow everyone to take notice and settle down. She would also raise her hands to the people. “Welcome! And thank you for coming. This is a sanctuary for the forlorn, the wayward, and the tarnished! My friends, salvation awaits the true believers. Salvation calls to you from beyond your shackles. It is the calling of long lost grace! Before you lies the Forest of Death. It is said that some of the most dangerous and ravenous creatures live here. The warning signs are prevalent are they not? You who are weak, who are tarnished, who are unworthy are not permitted to enter not just by law but by nature itself. Rejected are you not? But my friends! I bring you a gift… I bring you the grace which flows through me. Those of you who wish to evolve, to be more than the ordinary, who tire of the restrictions of law and nature, who would travel to the lands between, who would stand with us side by side as equals and relish in the light of the promised land… please step forward. Let the Forest of Death be the final resting place of your formal self. Leave behind your old body shackled to constructs and barriers.” Mizu would then leap to the structure and present Xaiyu with a golden goblet adorn with jewels and precious stones. Xaiyu would chant something Mizu had never heard in a language she did not recognize before using a sharp fang to slice her own risk. She’d drain her blood to fill up the goblet as Mizu did her best to maintain a straight face. This was lesser version of how she became what she is but perhaps there was something to it. Xaiyu’s plan to transform as many people into mystical creatures was brilliant. Because of the political structure and domination of mankind, inhumans were the minority and recruitment to their cause was near impossible. But this would certainly give them the edge required. Xaiyu would leap down to the crowd gather, “who among you will be the first to except the long lost grace?”
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