By dawn, the raid was over. Half the Serpents lay unconscious, tangled in root and vine. The rest had fled into the jungle, pursued only by their own fear. Veth was found sitting beneath the banyan tree, weeping. The Seed had not destroyed her; it had unmade her cruelty. She would spend the rest of her days as a gardener in Bunawar, planting rice and learning the names of flowers.
Kael, a young fisherman’s son, was the first to notice. He had lingered by the river to mend a net, his hands moving by moonlight. A ripple on the water—unnatural, too steady. Then another. He looked up and saw them: dark figures slipping between the trees, their curved blades wrapped in cloth to muffle reflections. Their eyes were empty, trained only on the shrine. bunawar the raid
That night, an elder asked him, “What will you tell your children about the raid on Bunawar?” By dawn, the raid was over
As her hand reached for the relic, the ground trembled. From the earth around the shrine rose the roots of the banyan trees—ancient, gnarled, and alive with purpose. They moved not like plants, but like limbs. The Seed’s light flared, and the roots obeyed. Veth was found sitting beneath the banyan tree, weeping
: The methods used during the raid can reveal a lot about the priorities of the conducting unit and their assessment of the risks involved. This might include the time of day chosen for the operation, the level of force used, and how the unit interacted with bystanders or local populations.
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